Unfortunately, going home turned out to be a terrible decision. Just as Ronan had predicted, Amelia spotted hordes of paparazzi camped outside her father's apartment. The crowd was visible even a distance away. As they didn't live in a gated area, there was no barrier save for the front door and a few flights of stairs stopping them from charging in and entering her house.
Amelia saw her father lean out the open window, brandishing a broom.
"Scram before I call the police!" He yelled at them, enraged. His face was a ruddy red, and he looked ready to explode.
However, the paparazzi did not abate― far from it, they intensified with his actions. They began to yell questions at him. Camera flashes went off in rapid unison as they snapped photos of him screaming, his mouth stretched in an angry, unflattering yowl as he demanded that they vacate the premises.
"Mr. Kentwood, are you aware of the rumors surrounding your daughter?"
