Once we had finished our breakfast, I heard a light chuckle coming from Yuki. I gave her a curious look as if to say "What's so funny?" She quickly unlocked her phone camera flipping to the front camera and showing me my syrup-covered face. I was so shocked to see how much syrup had done on my face instead of my mouth. I blushed profusely, thinking I really did look like a little girl now with syrup smeared all over my face. As I contemplated this thought, I was brought out of my thoughts by the surprise sensation of Yuki using a wet napkin to clean up my face. When she was done, I thanked my Onēsan for taking care of me.
With breakfast finished, we thanked Hannah for the delicious pancakes and made our way into the entertainment room. Cuddling together on the couch we looked for something to watch settling on Doraemon, one of my favorite Japanese cartoons. We just lay together on the couch for a while, with Yuki stroking my hair as we watched. Right as I began to drift off from the comfort, my Mom entered the room. It was time for us to meet with the funeral director, and get everything set for Dad's funeral.
Piling into our black Cadillac SUV with dark tint on the windows, we started making our way to the funeral home. Of course, a few paparazzi vultures were hanging outside the gate to our estate, hoping to get a good picture of the grief-stricken widow and her daughter. With the heavy tinted glass separating the cab from the driver's seat and the tinted rear windows, they were unsuccessful.
Once we arrived at the funeral home, more vultures were waiting outside the gates. Luckily the funeral home was prepared and had erected obstructions so that we might enter unseen and undisturbed. We were shown into a comfortable sitting area to wait for the Funeral Director. I didn't want to be here or deal with this, so I sat leaning against Yuki and spaced out. I was brought back to reality as the Funeral Director arrived, and I started to pay more attention. He asked questions about Dad, what he was like, how he died, what kind of funeral service we wanted, burial or cremation, where we wanted the service held, what we wanted on the tombstone, etc.
As my mother began speaking with the Funeral Director about my Dad, I couldn't help but tune back out, and get lost in memories of my father. He may not have been around much, but I do have some fond memories of him from when I was little. We would make little "movies" together where he had to act out a script that I wrote. They were often silly and nonsensical, but he did it anyway. He would put on outrageous costumes and allow me to "do his makeup" for the shoot. It always made me happy "directing" Daddy. As I leaned on Yuki's shoulder, I smiled at the fond memory. The meeting lasted for another hour before it was finally time to go.
I thought we would be going back home, but instead, we went shopping for what we would be wearing to the funeral. We met with my Mother's favorite designer Aurora Sterling at her studio. I had done this type of thing before, but all of it was new to Yuki, so she was a bit thrown off when they asked her to take off her dress so they could measure her. I assured her that it was ok, that this is how it always went and she reluctantly relented. Measurements were taken, with no comment still in a slightly emaciated state thankfully, and we were brought into Aurora's office.
She quickly looked over our current and recent fashion choices to attempt to create the best look for each of us. For my Mom, she chose a long slinky black dress that denoted her mourning, but still showed off her incredible figure. For Yuki, she picked a design featuring a black dress with mesh sleeves that looked almost Victorian in its design. Finally, for me, she selected a cute Gothic Lolita dress design featuring alternating black layered skirts with a white border around the bottom of each skirt. I had to admit, despite this being a terrible reason for it, I loved the dress.
As we left, she informed us that final fittings would be on Thursday so any necessary adjustments could be made by the Funeral on Saturday. We went back home, and at this point, I was exhausted so I decided to take a nap. Two hours later I was awoken from my nap by Yuki to let me know dinner was ready. As I removed the covers, I was happy to see that there had not been a repeat of last night and the bed was dry. Yuki hugged me and praised me like a child for keeping me dry, I should have hated it, but a part of me loved the praise, it made me feel warm inside. Holding hands, Yuki and I entered the main dining room taking seats next to each other and my Mother who sat at the head of the table. We were served a delicious dinner featuring Hannah's take on Gordon Ramsey's Beef Wellington. I have had the real thing, and this was just as good. The rest of the evening was uneventful, Yuki and I watched a movie and then went to bed.
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Hollywood Princess
Ficción GeneralThe child of two of the worlds most well known and respected actors, Julie was born in the limelight. Basically raised on film sets and red carpets, it was no surprise that Julie became an Actor herself at a young age. Follow Julie as she deals with...
