Page 104 of Love Unforgettable
“Tell us what’s going on,” Kat says.
“I’m winning an award,” I say. “Or rather, I won an award that’s being presented this weekend at Grape Nuts, the convention I usually go to. Except I wasn’t going to go this year. Just because, actually I don’t know why, I didn’t have a good reason—”
“Lex, the award, what is it?”
“Winemaker of the Year. I won Winemaker of the Year.”
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I get home after breakfast with Kat and Remi. They, of course, made a huge deal out of the award and wanting to go with me when I receive it. But I don’t want to make a big thing of it. I don’t have to go to receive it. I get it anyway. If I go, I have to get dressed up and make a speech, and I’m just not sure I want to go through all that effort.
It’s difficult to wrap my head around. I’m proud, I’m excited, I wish Stone were here to see it. I wish my parents and brother were too. But at the same time, I feel like a total imposter. Surely this must be a mistake. I’m not qualified for this award. I’m not old enough, not established enough, not talented enough. I have to tell the girls not to say anything to anyone. I want to keep this low key. Like, really low key.
