Chapter 39

The sun was beginning to rise over the city of Montenegro, casting rays upon the business buildings that were all over the city.

But today, the city wore a different cloak—a cloak of democracy, woven with threads of hope from candidates who had done their best and still planning their best, anticipation from the people who would begin to troop out en masse to the pooling boots to cast their votes to the candidate whom their heart wills.

A gloomy look spread across Lucas 'face. His mind somber and preoccupied with the funeral arrangements for his mother.

He had made a decision and had fixed the funeral date of his mother on the day of the election.

Genevieve had told him nothing, they didn't talk to each other anymore and only communicated in public with gestures like when she grabbed his arms in public for the press to take Photos, painting them as a happy family, for the sake of appearances.

His daughter was always with the nanny and might have been feeling the neglect from him