CHAPTER 125: VISITING CHRISTIAN

I guess it's time to visit him," Cecilia murmured, standing before her closet, fingers grazing over the dresses. She paused, hand lingering on a black dress, then quickly pulled back. "No, not black. Not today." She rubbed her temples. White—her hand slid to a simple, flowing white dress. After slipping into the dress, she glanced in the mirror, her pale face contrasting with the fabric. A flower… She couldn't go without one. Her trembling fingers picked a lone rose from the garden. When ordering a ride, she decided not to drive herself. Too dangerous. The car arrived, and the driver, Eric, leaned out the window. "Morning, ma'am. I'm Eric. You're looking stunning today." Cecilia narrowed her eyes. "Thank you." Eric kept glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "Where headed? Somewhere special?" "The cemetery." Eric's eyes widened. "Lost someone, huh? Bet it was your dad or something." Cecilia replied flatly, "Someone I loved." Eric shared his story, boasting about surviv