ALEX
When Bella’s funeral outfit finally arrived, pride swelled in my chest. My girl always knew how to command a room, and the moment she descended the staircase in that dress, I smiled. She deserved flashing cameras and a red carpet rolled out beneath her feet, not a funeral.
The dress is a black gown with dramatic look but with more than enough elegance.
It has a fitted waist, wide structured shoulders and is decorated with feather-like details all over, giving it a bold and striking appearance.
Her hair which was in curls the last time I saw her were now straightened to perfection, her lips red and bold.
Her transformation stunned me.
“You look beautiful,” I murmured, unable to resist leaning in for a kiss. But before my lips touched hers, she lifted a finger and pressed it ligh
