Epilogue
The grand opening for Wright Vineyard was finally here. Everyone had been working day and night to get it up to tip-top shape. The new harvest of grapes wouldn’t be in yet, but the barn, cellars, and grounds were officially ready. Tours would be happening. Cosmere had one free weekend to come to Lubbock to perform. And the town was buzzing about the new venture.
Not to mention, Jordan’s attorney had made it perfectly clear to the Sinclairs what would happen if they did anything to mess with this opening. So, it was unlikely that the ghost of the vineyard would rear its head.
The front entrance was teeming with people for the exclusive Cosmere show. Apparently, people had started lining up hours ago. It was madness. I guessed the last show getting broken up by the police had
