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

energy was starkly different from Marguente’s Marguerite’s fatigue was due to the loss of a

and seemed impatient. From

was far from the expected reaction of

him even more cunous about the relationship between Laveme

arrived in a sedan. He immediately found Frederick and mysteriously called him into

Yuna and Zoe, then lowered his voice

think you should meet her yourself. She’s a peculiar woman, with a temper, and she’s very tight–lipped. She won’t tell me

line, his

is on her way Shell take good care of

mother was coming. Frederick eased his worry

to say a few words to

reported everything he knew about the

she had moved out of the village long ago and was now living in

that Thelma was at the

following directions from villagers, easily found the chief’s house, outside

and talking to a middle–aged man,

man nodded repeatedly, “Yes, Thelma Thank