Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 266

The next day, at half past five in the morning, the sky was still a dim shade of grey

Marguerite had to go to help with Laverne’s mourning amangements and to greet the mourners who were amiving

She got up early, and after a simple breakfast of toast and coffee, she and Fredenck set off together

Laverne’s body laid in the grandest hall of the church Chuck had arranged everything the day before, even ensuring a mortician applied makeup on Laverne and dressed her in her favente floral dress

Marguerite walked slowly into the hall Laveme in the crystal casket seemed as if she was sleeping, her face serene, except for her lips, which drooped slightly Marguente it two candles for her, and then she and Frederick tossed a handful of rose petals. By the time they finished, mourners were starting to arrive

Laverne’s hometown was Marina Shores Village, but the villagers there moved on quickly, and although the old lady had many friends, most of them had left the village and scattered to different parts of the country

Therefore, most of the people who came were friends of Marguente and Frederick.

The Lockwood family, as direct relatives of Laverne, didn’t arve until noon.

she seemed fatigue while

Marguerite’s fatigue was due to the loss of a loved one, but Yuna’s was

to help and seemed impatient. From her

from the expected reaction of someone who just lost a

even more cunous about the relationship between Laveme and

hurriedly arrived in a sedan. He immediately found Frederick

Yuna and Zoe, then

But I think you should meet her yourself. She’s a peculiar woman, with a temper,

into a thin line, his gaze towards Marguente

said, “Mr. Winston, your mother is on her

mother was coming. Frederick eased his worry a

a few words to Marguente, then

the way, Chuck reported everything he

all the babies in Marina Shores Village years ago. But she had moved out of the village long ago and was now living in Brightwater Cove, occasionally assisting

arrived at Brightwater Cove, they learned that

villagers, easily found the chief’s house, outside of which was parked a basic white

covered in freckles, wiping her hands and talking to a middle–aged

nodded repeatedly, “Yes, Thelma Thank