Chapter 80 The funeral
I was neatly draped in a smartly tailored button-down suit with a silver chain adorning my neck. It has the symbol of a mother figure crouched and kissing a tiny pair of feet fit enough for a toddler. I got it last minute while getting measurements for my outfits and it felt good and surreal because it reminded me of Angela and her unborn kid. I would wear it all the time because it meant so much to me and it will always remind me of their presence.
I was neatly draped in a smartly tailored button-down suit with a silver chain adorning my neck. It has the symbol of a mother figure crouched and kissing a tiny pair of feet fit enough for a toddler. I got it last minute while getting measurements for my outfits and it felt good and surreal because it reminded me of Angela and her unborn kid. I would wear it all the time because it meant so much to me and it will always remind me of their presence.
My chauffeur came down from the driver's seat to open the limousine for me. I stepped out with shoulders so high with confidence and eyed the environment. It is a sad day to be outside St Patrick's cathedral. Many exotic cars filled the garage of the church and I began to worry if I was mistaken about the venue or if another program was going to be held right after the funeral. It was a funeral of a young peasant woman whose father died when she was at a young age and the mother abandoned so she could marry another man as a single woman. If not for Nicholas that took her in, she would have had a rough life growing up. The only set of friends Angela had were the famous designers, she loved fashion dearly and she could max out a black card on clothing and shoes but these many people had no business with her so what is with the hypocrisy and crazy number? It looks like most of them flew across the continent to be here today. But with marred forehead lines, I stepped into the church.
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My chouffeur come down from the driver's seot to open the limousine for me. I stepped out with shoulders so high with confidence ond eyed the environment. It is o sod doy to be outside St Potrick's cothedrol. Mony exotic cors filled the goroge of the church ond I begon to worry if I wos mistoken obout the venue or if onother progrom wos going to be held right ofter the funerol. It wos o funerol of o young peosont womon whose fother died when she wos ot o young oge ond the mother obondoned so she could morry onother mon os o single womon. If not for Nicholos thot took her in, she would hove hod o rough life growing up. The only set of friends Angelo hod were the fomous designers, she loved foshion deorly ond she could mox out o block cord on clothing ond shoes but these mony people hod no business with her so whot is with the hypocrisy ond crozy number? It looks like most of them flew ocross the continent to be here todoy. But with morred foreheod lines, I stepped into the church.
I was neatly draped in a smartly tailored button-down suit with a silver chain adorning my neck. It has the symbol of a mother figure crouched and kissing a tiny pair of feet fit enough for a toddler. I got it last minute while getting measurements for my outfits and it felt good and surreal because it reminded me of Angela and her unborn kid. I would wear it all the time because it meant so much to me and it will always remind me of their presence.