The next morning was the day of the funeral.
I got up, took a shower, put my clothes on, and got ready for the day.
My hair was gelled up, face shaved into my usual style, and my suit was tight fitting. With my deep blue eyes I looked every part the brooding villain.
I ate breakfast in the hotel before leaving.
The funeral was going to be held in the morning.
The first thing was visitation, while everyone was arriving the family would stand next to the casket and greet all of the guests. While the guest would offer their condolences.
When I arrived there were already quite a few people there. I went forward and offered my condolences. They thanked me. Afterward I went and sat down with Layla's friends, Samantha, Emily, Mariana, Seth, and Nathan.
They all looked sad and depressed. But, Samantha was on another level, she looked awful, way worse than Layla's family. Which actually didn't look that sad, if they were even sad at all.
