Camilla's POV
The cemetery we buried Wyatt in was an expensive one. The Ashfords wanted a private place for him to get some rest and I went with the idea because I wanted the best place for him.
Apart from it being a cemetery, it was the kind of place that cost money to be buried in.
It had wide paths, mature trees planted at deliberate intervals, headstones that had clearly been chosen by people with time and resources to make that choice carefully. Wyatt's plot was in the eastern section, slightly elevated, with a view of the valley that he would have found completely pointless given that he was dead, but which had made Sabrina feel better about the whole thing and so here we were.
I'd worn black. Simple, appropriate, nothing that could be criticised by her.
Vincent walked beside me
