Chapter Sixty Seven.

Aurora’s POV:

I was still weak and afraid. My fear had bloomed in the past week and now, I was nothing but the combo of a crybaby and a scaredy-cat.

I closed my eyes, focusing only on breathing steadily as I slowly stepped into the crowded hall with Klaus walking by my side. The air was thick and filled with the smell of sweat, several different types of colognes, and burning candles.

“Are you sure you can do this?” I heard Klaus ask me for the thousandth time today and just like the other times he asked, I simply nodded.

I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bring myself to. My eyes were trained on my mother who looked ashen as she stared at the big brown box up front. It was my father’s coffin and strangely, it was locked.

The beautiful decorations at the front of the hall made the realization of what today was dawn on me. I stared teary-eyed at the big portraits of my father hanging at the front. They were adorned with fancy garlands, those pesky little things that made his death even m