Garrett's other wife, the quieter, equally red-haired Laura, just smiled and shook her head, accustomed to her husband and sister's antics.
Aliya smiled and led them to another door. "Since you all love wine, I think you'll enjoy this."
The door opened, and a rich aroma of red bricks and wine wafted in. It was a wine cellar banquet hall nestled beneath a red brick vaulted ceiling, reminiscent of a Medieval castle.
Beside the long dining table, a wall housed a colossal temperature-controlled wine cellar, filled with countless top-tier vintage wines.
"Romanée-Conti... Screaming Eagle..." Third brother Bo's gaze was fixed on the legendary wine labels on the shelf, his voice slightly parched.
Beside him, his very smart and capable wife, Brenda, took a few photos with her phone and whispered to Bo, "Honey, note the design of this wine cellar; we could use it as a reference to upgrade ours."
