Flavian.
Today is the day I will forever loathe.
My driver pulled over at the graveyard gates. I fixed my tie, grabbed my cane, ready to hop out of the limousine and join the others in the yard.
I was deliberately late.
When I spotted another car, a familiar car speeding forth, I exhaled a sigh. I see, so Eve was late too.
When it seemed like the car was going to ram into mine, a tyres screeched as the car was pulled to an abrupt stop behind mine.
When the door to the driver seat was pushed open she alighted, clad in a fashionable black button-down ankle-length sleeveless gown paired with heavy boot heels. Her hair wasn’t dyed but styled in a sleek braided bun. I wanted to tell her that the fine gray strands added more color and life to her hair more than the dyes she uses. It made
