It was a sunny afternoon, and Robert was trimming low branches when he heard the voice—loud, polished, fake. “Hey guys, so we just found this adorable little vineyard off the main trail, and I think it’s gonna make for some gorgeous shots—stay tuned!”
He peeked through the rows. Three people. One held a ring light. Another adjusted a camera. The third—young woman, oversized sunglasses, wide-brimmed hat—was posing against the vines like they were set dressing.