I opened my eyes and looked around. Where am I? I'm in a bed. I sat up and looked out the window. Fog. The funeral. S**t. I stood up and walked into the kitchen where Mitch and Jerome were eating. "Hey princess." Mitch said. I mumbled back. I hate mornings. Especially when it's gonna be the worst day ever. "Where's Claire?" I asked. "Getting dressed." Jerome replied. I walked down the hall of the hotel until I reached her room. I knocked a few times before she answered. "Finally you're up! Come on! We have to get ready!" Her perky self said. I rolled my eyes as she pulled me in the room. "Let me at least get my things I need." I said walking back out the door. I grabbed my dress, hair essentials, make up, my moms locket, and a couple other things. My dress covers one shoulder and is about knee length. It is black(of course. It's a funeral, not a prom.) with small waves at the bottom. I knocked yet again and then just walked in. I got changed and applied my makeup. "You look beautiful." Someone said behind me. I looked in the mirror to see it was Mitch. "When did you get here?" I asked as I turned around. "A minute ago. And just in time." He pressed his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist. Then we parted. "Nice red lipstick." I laughed. He wiped it off and I finished getting ready. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded. We grabbed our phones and got going.
