It was the day of Nonna's funeral. Deanna had been an emotional wreck for the last two weeks. She was in the house, rarely coming out due to She was able to roll out of bed and get it together.
She was dressed in a Black vintage 1997 chanel A -line silk dress matched with Jimmy Choo heels. Deanna wanted her look at the funeral to honor her Nonna, who was a fashion icon. She grabbed the Pearls of the dresser and clipped the on, allowing them to fall on her chest. Her hair was straightened with a side part.
Sighing, Deanna looked at herself in the mirror while she applied a simple makeup look to her face. She knew the makeup would be fucked up before she got to the Cathedral. Grabbing her lipgloss, she dabbed some on her lips before smoothing it out. She slipped all of her essentials inside of her small purse and grabbed her black shades.
"Niece, you look so beautiful." Her uncle Vincenzo's wife, Sofia, said while walking inside of the room Deanna was in.
"Thank you Titi." Deanna shot her Aunt a weak smile while combing the small fly aways in her hair.
"The funeral procession is about to start in a few minutes. Everyone is outside waiting for you. You ready?" Her Aunt tucked some hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, I'm just ready for all of this to be over. I wish it was all a bad dream." Deanna mumbled the last part while feeling her eye tear up a little.
"Listen Dee, you know God makes no mistakes. He always puts his toughest soldiers to the test." Sofia kissed her neice's cheek before leading her out of the room.
Walking outside of the family's home, Deanna seen so many of her cousins, uncles, and aunts dressed in black waiting outside with umbrellas. They were waiting for the procession to start. She looked for her father and spotted him at the bottom step with her mother. Pushing past some family, she made her way to the bottom step and stood under the umbrella with her parents.
"Looking more and more like your mother everyday princess." Her father smiled while seeming his daughter.
"You look beautiful babygirl." Her mother, Raq, smiled while admiring her daughter. She was ecstatic her daughter had that tough Thomas blood in her.
"Thank you guys." Deanna watched as the limousines came down the street in front of the family's home.
It was finally setting in. Deanna would be laying her grandmother to rest. She dreaded this moment since the day Nonna passed. She didn't believe it was her time to go. A small part of her felt like it should've been her.
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Deanna sat in the left front row of her grandmother's funeral. She listened as the preacher continued preaching about hell and eternal damnation. She looked around seeing everyone nod along to what he was saying. She hated this part of funerals. Why scare people to death with the thought of Hell?
Looking towards the back she seen a familiar face. It was Nique, he was chewing on a toothpick while watching the priest. She noticed he had on a YSL suit that she told him to get a few weeks ago.
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