#Chapter 98: Kind Of Like A Funeral

Aria’s POV “What do you wear to a divorce ceremony?” I asked Cathy as we both stood outside of my closet, looking in. “Black, right?” Cathy asked. “Funeral attire?” I replied. That didn’t seem right. Although, maybe for a divorce, as this was the end of a chapter of my life, black would be appropriate. “Right?” Cathy asked, frowning. “I have no idea. I’ve never been to one before.” “Me either,” I said. I couldn’t even remember seeing one portrayed on television. Maybe in a movie? I tried to think. “Well, it definitely has to be something conservative,” Cathy said. “Yeah,” I said. “Here. How about this.” I pulled out a rather plain gray dress with a high collar and a skirt that came down to the knees. It was sleeveless, but I could wear a cardigan on top. “That’s very respectable…” Cathy said. “Did you always wear clothes like this?” When I lived with Lucian, yes, I had. “I was trying to be a respectable Luna,” I said. “I didn’t want to do anything shameful to reflect