Fifty

SARA POV

"Are you feeling okay," Jannah asks as she pins a chunk of my hair.

I glance at her in the mirror, and she offers me a sad smile.

"I'm fine. I'm still processing it. I feel almost numb now," I admit, and I see Jannah nod.

I drop my gaze back down to my hands and hold back my sigh. I want to scream and cry, but I am holding myself together. Jannah worked hard on my makeup, and I want to look put together for my mother's side of the family.

"Thank you for the makeover," I whisper, and Jannah drops a hand to my shoulder.

I keep my eyes down, and she gives me a gentle squeeze.

"Don't mention it," she whispers back, and the room falls quiet again.

My mind wanders back to what I chose for my mother's funeral, and my stomach twists. Octavius paid for everything, and I did not spare any expense. I chose the best of the best due to guilt from how I left things with my mom, and now I feel guilty about spending my mate's money.

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