After Delia has been dumped by her boyfriend during their anniversary dinner, she decides to exact a little revenge on him--by hitting the tightwad in his wallet, with a succession of expensive items. She starts with a very expensive bottle of wine suggested by the sommelier:
I smiled through the rhapsodic description of the Napa Valley cabernet's merits, even though I was unable to concentrate on anything but Bradley's betrayal. When the wine splashed into the glass, it was a beautiful dark ruby hue, the exact color of my battered heart. I swirled the glass and gave the contents a quick sniff before taking a sip, rolling the rich liquid around my mouth.
It tasted like heartache, with overtones of treachery, and a pronounced finish of despair and hopelessness. If I didn't know better, I'd swear the wine had been crafted to commemorate the moment my world disintegrated, thanks to Bradley.
"It's perfect," I announced around the lump in my throat.
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