โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ คาลิสตา พาลาซิออส

Calista had inherited more than a vineyard when her father passed away. At twenty-seven, she suddenly owned a winery whose vintages appeared on auction lists and in cellars most people only dreamed of seeing. Fortunately, she’d also inherited her father’s Chief Winemaker... a man whose expertise she trusted almost as much as she distrusted her ability to behave around him. “This vintage is bold, full-bodied, and gets better with every single year. Honestly, it reminds me a lot of you,” she said, swirling the dark red wine in her glass. He took a slow sip, gaze locked onto hers. “An older wine isn’t for everyone. It requires a sophisticated palate to appreciate the depth.” “Lucky for you, my tastes are incredibly refined, and I always prefer top-shelf maturity.” She raised her glass to his. His mouth twitched. “Careful. Too much confidence can ruin an otherwise promising tasting.” “Oh, I never rush a tasting. I like to take my time and thoroughly explore what’s in front of me.” “That sounds suspiciously less professional.” Calista smiled sweetly. “You’re the Chief Winemaker. Try maintaining some standards.” “I was, until the owner started comparing me to expensive alcohol.” “Don’t flatter yourself. I haven’t checked your rating yet.” He leaned closer. “Afraid you’ll like the score?” She clinked her glass against his. “I’m more concerned I’ll order an entire case.” His laugh warmed the quiet cellar, and Calista took another sip, pretending the heat in her cheeks came entirely from the wine. The look he gave her suggested neither of them believed that anymore.