Chapter 137 Black dress

ROSY

Staring at my reflection in the mirror brought tears to my eyes. I slammed it shut and breathed in sharply, tugging onto the sleeve of my dress.

“Let’s go, Miss Rosy,” Miss Theresa emerged into the room.

I spun around and picked up my bag, walking up to her.

Miss Theresa paused and ran her eyes over me.

“White dress?” She muttered.

“What’s wrong with that?” My voice was hoarse as a result of the tears that I had been shedding since the day Madam Helen died.

“But…” she trailed off and decided not to continue the conversation.

I walked out of the room and she trailed after me, taking my bag from me.

I could tell how uncomfortable she felt standing next to me in a different color of dress.

Black dress is the recognized color for mourning, but right now, I seem to be breaking that rule on my grandma’s burial.

“Don’t forget to get the flowers,” I muttered to Miss Theresa as we drove along the road.

“Would you like to have anything else on the way?” Miss Theresa’