Thalassa rubbed her bleary eyes and asked, "Where are we headed?"

"Just come with me, and you'll see," Lysander teased, a mysterious twinkle in his eye.

"Alright, I'm up!" Thalassa didn't press further, quickly getting out of bed. It was unusual for Lysander to act so mysteriously, and she was eager to go along with it.

Without bothering to change, Thalassa went straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. By the time she was done, Lysander had already picked out an outfit for her. It was a sleek black dress, a bit on the conservative side but still stunning. "Why black?" Thalassa asked, curious about Lysander's choice.

Lysander, as usual, was dressed in his custom-made black suit, looking no different from any other day except for the black tie that added a new touch. He just smiled and didn't answer Thalassa's question.

drove them away personally. The journey felt familiar to Thalassa, and sure enough, about an hour later,

to pay his respects. Was it for

she saw a group of people standing solemnly in front of a different grave, all dressed in black, a clear

closer, Thalassa recognized the faces - Joshua, Rosalind, Reginald, Matilda, and even Georgia, standing next to an older couple she

Whitman family group. Nerves began to bubble up in Thalassa as she realized why

softly. With Thalassa in tow, he approached the grave, placing the flowers beside the already flower-laden tombstone and bowed

respect. Thalassa, following el

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