Vintage Cellar.
Aurora had barely stepped out of her car before the frenzy began.
Flashes of cameras exploded in her face, and a deafening wave of voices crashed over her. The swarm of reporters, journalists, and paparazzi pressed forward like a hungry tide, their microphones and recording devices stretched toward her as they shouted over one another.
"Mrs. Scott! Is it true that Stella Swift murdered the former chairman?"
"Aurora! Do you have any comments on your mother's crimes?"
"Why did your stepmother kill your father? Does it have anything to do with inheritance?"
"How does this affect your position in Vintage Cellar?"