Miles's memorial service was held at a venue provided by a funeral home.
Claire had invited a local pastor to officiate, and the ceremony was well organised. The venue was tastefully decorated. White flowers, candlesticks, pews, black drapes and a lectern — everything looked just right.
However, what left Victor somewhat dumbfounded wasn’t any of that; it was the fact that the venue was filled with desserts and drinks. In the corner, people were holding cups and chatting softly, their faces bearing that subtle expression hovering between solemnity and social niceties.
When Victor arrived, he almost thought he had come to the wrong place.
This didn’t look like a funeral.
It looked more like an afternoon cocktail party that had been draped in black against its will.
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