Daisy’s POV
It’s Saturday morning, and as I stare at myself in the reflection of the floor length mirror that sits in the corner of my room, I’m not sure I can do it, not sure I can get through Felix’s funeral.
I smooth my hands down my black dress, adjusting the belt around my waist slightly, noticing the tremble in my fingers as I try to thread the end through one of the loops to keep it tidy.
I pull my hands away from my outfit, balling them into fists as I screw my eyes shut tightly, willing myself to just keep control, to not break down, I need to stay strong, for Dorothy and for Felix.
The door creaks open behind me and Noah’s head appears, his eyes finding mine in the mirror as he gives me a small smile.
‘It’s time to leave Sunshine’ he tells me gently.
I nod, tugging once mor
