The soft glow from the hidden lights made everything feel warm and inviting. The floors were smooth and dark, and the walls had a mix of smooth concrete and rough brick, giving the space a cool, modern vibe.
A sharp contrast to the vibe the place was currently giving her; sorrow.
In the middle stood a long table, made of marble, with a few comfortable chairs around it. Everything about the cellar felt carefully designed, from the perfectly controlled temperature to the quiet hum of the machines keeping it all in check. It was clear this room wasn't just for storing wine; it was meant for enjoying it.
Which was the direct opposite of what she was currently doing. She wasn't enjoying the wine, she was abusing them.
