Isla POV

I grabbed the bottle of wine and tipped it into Eric's glass. He was pacing around my living room, practically vibrating with energy, that rigid smile of his stretched so wide it looked almost painful.

He took the cup and gulped it down in one go, laughing. "I can't believe it's happening."

I smiled, settling onto the couch. It was good to see him happy and hopeful.

During the weekdays, Eric's snacks had been selling fast in the local retail shops we distributed to. The stock ran out in a short time and now we needed to restock it as soon as possible.

I drank my wine with...