I’ve been preparing for this day for years. The biggest wine competition of my career. And I plan to win. 
 
My wine? Sublime. 
My presentation? On point. 
My outfit? Hand-picked by my fabulous BFF with fantastic fashion sense. 
 
Nothing has been left to chance—I’m ready to crush my competition. No pun intended. 
 
The thing is, that judge over there? I’m pretty sure he’s the stranger whose bed I crawled out of this morning.