17- The Start

A week had gone by since my mother’s death, and we were all in the house getting ready for the funeral. Russo had been very supportive and was always in the house, helping my father get over the grief.

I was in my bedroom, fixing the top buttons of my dress and then slid on my black gloves on my small hands.

“You look very beautiful.” a male voice said from my bedroom door.

I slowly turned around and saw Russo standing by my door. His hands are in the pockets of his trousers. With him looking very smart and elegant in his all black suit.

He unhurriedly walked in further into my bedroom with his hands still in his pocket. He closed the door and continued to walk up to me as I panicked, wondering what he was going to do to me.

“Are you nervous?” he asked

“Nervous about what?” I questioned back

“Nervous about everything. Nervous about today. I mean, your mother was loved by everyone. Everyone will be there.” he replied

“Well, I am going there to impress people and care about their