The smell of alcohol and wine was evident right at the entrance of the Wine Cellar, mixing with the rustic wood of the place. Giovanni seemed excited, as a good drink connoisseur, the Italian could spend hours just tasting all the flavors. But today, his goal was to buy a small treat for his cousin's wedding - a treat that would probably be worth much more than a glass bottle should be worth.

He helped his wife up the stairs, holding her hand like something precious, opening the door for they. The cellar was filled with shelves of bottles and barrels of wine older than he was. Giovanni quickly began to think, maybe he should bring a whiskey? Too cliché, a wine that was almost 100 years old? It seemed like overkill...

While he was thinking about his options, he noticed that his wife was missing from his side, looking around almost desperately – and for a moment thinking that he had left her in the car. His eyes then focused on a nearby table with cheeses and grapes as an appetizer, and of course, his wife tasting everything and more.

A low laugh escaped him, approaching her slowly until he was noticed. Giovanni wouldn't stop her, they say that pregnant women had a greater desire for food, but her? He was sure she was just using that as an excuse.