Three days before the trip, María received a mysterious confirmation email for a reservation she never made — a private tasting at Darioush Winery in Napa. The timing clashed with her original itinerary, and it came from an email address she didn’t recognize. She almost deleted it, thinking it was spam.
But then Enzo insisted they go.
“It’ll be fun. Fancy. Different,” he’d said, his tone a little too polished. María brushed it off. After all, Elevated Limo Experience would be handling all the logistics — they could reroute easily. She emailed their concierge, who responded within minutes, confirming the new stop. "No problem at all," the message read. "Your driver Oscar has it covered."
That was the first time María had heard the name Oscar. And something about how quickly the new stop was approved gave her pause.
Back in San Francisco, the group met at María and Enzo’s Mission District loft. Olivia, the spirited redhead from The Marina, brought two bottles of rosé for the ride. Dante, Enzo’s best friend from high school, rolled in late — his usual style — dressed like he was headed to a photoshoot.
They toasted to love, laughter, and “a weekend no one would forget.”
None of them had any idea how true that would turn out to be.
As the limo bus pulled up outside their apartment — black, sleek, glowing with soft LED interior lights — María felt a twinge of nervousness. It wasn’t just about the strange Darioush reservation. It was Enzo. He was glued to his phone all morning and had stepped outside three times to take calls he said were from “work.”
María didn’t believe him.
And she was right not to.
Tomorrow: What really happened at Darioush Winery — and the moment everything shifted.