The Prosecco Protocol

8 Years Ago. Three Strangers. One Pact.

Before they were the invisible women of their forties, they were three young mothers hiding in a service corridor at a terrible corporate gala. Sarah, chugging cheap sparkling wine to survive the social anxiety. Chloe, furiously ticking boxes on a clipboard. Jessica, armor-plated and terrified of failing.

In the fluorescent hum of that hallway, amidst spilled prosecco and shared panic, a friendship was forged in fire. They made a pact: to never let each other drown. To follow the system.

Green for Good. Yellow for Slow. And Red... Red means drop everything. Red means The Prosecco Protocol.