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.

Yuna, she seemed fatigue while

starkly different from Marguente’s Marguerite’s fatigue was due to the loss of a loved one, but Yuna’s was simply

was reluctant to help and seemed impatient. From her expression, Frederick

expected reaction of someone who just

about

arrived in a sedan. He

and Zoe,

meet her yourself. She’s a peculiar woman, with a

pressed into a thin line, his gaze towards Marguente slightly

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

was coming.

turned to say a few words to

Chuck reported everything he knew about the midwife to

Shores Village years ago. But she had moved out of the

Brightwater Cove, they learned that Thelma was at the village chief’s house,

found the chief’s house, outside of which was parked a

got out of the car, they saw a woman covered in freckles, wiping her hands and talking to a middle–aged man, “Your wife is an

nodded repeatedly, “Yes, Thelma Thank