As Stella made her way to the car, Stephanie returned home from work, her usual composed expression replaced by one of curiosity upon seeing Stella at the door.
"Congratulations on being discharged from the hospital," Stephanie offered with a faint smile.
Stella scoffed. "I'm sure you wished I wouldn't recover. Stop dreaming, Stephanie. I won't die so easily. Vintage Cellar belongs to my daughter, and I won't rest until I pass it on to her."
Stephanie chuckled softly, folding her arms below her chest. "Then I suggest you take better care of your heart, Stella. If you thought the Vogue article was shocking, imagine what's to come."
Stella rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her irritation as the car pulled away.
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The Scott Family's Main Residence.
