Samantha "Sam" Thompson stepped out of her car and onto the winding driveway of Oakwood Vineyard. The crunch of gravel beneath her heels echoed through the stillness of the morning air. As she breathed in, the sweet scent of ripening grapes filled her lungs, instantly calming her frazzled nerves.
Sam had been planning weddings for years, but this one was different. This was her chance to prove herself, to show the world that she was more than just a talented event planner – she was a master of her craft.
She glanced down at her watch, her mind racing with the endless to-do list that lay ahead. She had exactly six weeks to transform this picturesque vineyard into a fairytale wedding venue. And she was ready.
As she made her way towards the main building, a figure emerged from the doorway. Tall, broad-shouldered, and with piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into her very soul. Sam felt a shiver run down her spine as their gazes met.
"Can I help you?" he asked, his deep voice low and smooth.
Sam stood up straight, her professional mask firmly in place. "I'm Samantha Thompson, the wedding planner. I'm here to meet with the owner."
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, Sam wondered if she'd said something wrong. But then, his expression softened, and he extended a hand.
"I'm Julian Oakwood, the owner. Welcome to Oakwood Vineyard, Samantha. I've been expecting you."
As Sam shook his hand, a spark of electricity ran through her body, leaving her feeling unsettled and intrigued. She couldn't help but wonder what the next six weeks had in store for her – and for her growing attraction to the enigmatic Julian Oakwood.