Anastasia’s POV
“This one looks pretty.”
I looked up from the flowers in my hand as Uriel pointed toward a small arrangement of white lilies at the corner of the shop.
“Yeah, Dad did like lilies.” I admitted with a smile.
Uriel smiled back and picked them up carefully before adding them to the basket in her hands.
The flower shop smelled fresh and calming, filled with soft music and quiet chatter around us. It was the most peaceful I’d felt all week. It was just me and Uriel walking through rows of flowers while preparing for my father’s grave visit which was in four days.
My heart ached at the thought, it had already almost been a month since his death and it still didn’t feel real.
“You okay?” Uriel asked beside me when she noticed I was zoning out.
I forced a small nod. “Yeah.”
