"A little to the left, Miss Foster."

Mia adjusted the crystal wineglass as Jenkins instructed. The dining room gleamed under the chandelier's soft light, everything polished to perfection for Harry's "celebration" dinner.

"Perfect," Jenkins nodded approvingly. "Now remember, when serving Mr. Bennett's special reserve wine, pour from the right and—"

"Don't tilt the bottle too far," Mia finished. "I remember."

Jenkins gave her a rare smile. "You're a quick study. A shame you won't be ...