Levi was right. Charles was the perfect choice for marriage. He was the ideal solution to our current situation.
As we neared the monument, the gathering crowd in black suits only heightened my nerves. Around two hundred people stood near the grave, waiting for us.
Rows of folding chairs with paper nametags awaited us at the graveside, but no one sat in them yet. They waited for Levi and me to take our places first.
Nico walked too closely beside me on the other side. Behind my sunglasses, I scanned the crowd anxiously. It was overwhelming to see so many people at my father's funeral.
Several approached Levi, shaking his hand and kissing him on both cheeks. What started as a few well-wishers quickly turned into a swarm of people vying for his attention.
He gently pulled away from my g
