Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 677

The somber notes of a requiem filled the room as Marguerite knelt before Penelope's framed photograph, slowly burning one memorial card after another.

Marguerite felt a deep ache inside, yet she shed no tears, a slight smile even playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Penelope, no, godmother. This is the first time I've ever called you that, and it's a shame you can't hear it. I'm somewhat at peace with you being gone. Three years ago, my grandma passed away. She was always so handy; I bet she's already got a cozy place set up for you over there. They say we part to meet again. If in this lifetime I couldn't call you 'godmother,' perhaps it's God's will that I be your daughter in the next.

I haven't shed tears or made a scene, but the pain in my heart is real. My biggest regret is that I never got to give you a proper hug, dress up in matching outfits, and hit the malls together for a day of shopping. Godmother, if you can hear me, visit me in my dreams tonight, so I can see you once more. I miss you, truly I do..."

deep breath, still holding back

fell softly, gently. For a moment, Marguerite felt an illusion, as if Penelope had transformed into the snowflakes, embracing her with open arms. Tender yet unrestrained.

Violet called. There was a document that needed Marguerite's signature. Unable to leave, Marguerite had Violet come to the

Marguerite's hand. "Marguerite, you've been running

vitamins in her hand: "I'll take them in a bit. Skipped breakfast in the hurry this morning; can't take these on an empty stomach. You better head back to the office, I've got

eagerly offered her help: "Marguerite, let me stay and help. The

let her stay. Handing back the vitamins, she said, "Alright, then remind

to her duties, and Violet quickly got busy helping along with the Fitzgerald family. The morning went