Chapter 263

It’s only about a two hour drive from Cruz Bay to Napa Valley where the Royal Vineyard and Princess Winery is located. They produce almost thirty thousand bottles per year and have their own shop with specialty cheeses and smoked meats.

The drive itself is gorgeous, rolling hills of grapes on either side of us, trees lining the road, the sun shining up above. The Maserati drives like a dream, and Dad sings the Police for almost an hour before his voice gives out, and he stares out at the hills in quiet contemplation.

When we arrive at the gate, I punch in the code Windsor gave me, and take the winding dirt road up to the gorgeous chateau on the top of the hill. Wind jokingly told me via text oh, I don’t live in the main house—I live in the garden followed by several laughing emojis. In my mind, I somehow imagined like, this old brick shack with a fireplace. Small, but cozy. Just a few guest bedrooms that we’d all have to cram into … But then we pass behind the main house