Chapter65:

It's the day of the funeral. Michael wanted his wife to be buried in the most beautiful and Godliest church we had and in the most expensive casket. He'd make sure to only have us and the family that actually knew her in the front rows. The morning was quiet. The girls and I had gotten up late to see him downstairs with breakfast made for us. We all ate in silence before the Wren wanted to go to her room and Amara had started to cry again. Alessandro took her to the living room and put on some cartoons while I had to make a few calls to my job, Serene, and some other family friends. It was time for the funeral now though. I was slipping on my black dress while Alessandro leaned against the closet door. He had on black slacks with a matching button up. The dress went all the way down to my knees and I straightened it before trying to zip it. He came up to me, his lips kissing up my back softly and sending goosebumps across my skin. "You look beautiful." He mumbled against my neck, wrapp