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.