CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVEN - THE SCIENCE OF WINE MAKING.

Mateo's eyes grew misty as he gazed out at the worker tending to the vines. The meticulous pruning, the gentle handling of the delicate shoots, it all brought him back to a bygone era. He remembered the countless hours he spent as a teenager, working alongside his father in this same Vineyard. The physical labor, the sweat, the sense of pride that came with nurturing each plant to produce the perfect grape. As he watched the worker's skilled hands at work, Mateo's mind wandered back to those carefree days. He recalled the sun-kissed afternoons, the laughter, and the sense of accomplishment that came with each harvest. A wave of nostalgia washed over him, and he felt a deep longing for a time when life was simpler. When his biggest worry was the next grape harvest. When next he would see Isabella. When he would be able to fill his father's shoes. What food he would have fot dinner. Or how to sneak out with Rafael and wreak havoc. Mateo smiled. The worker's methodical m