Luna's Perfect Revenge

Gloria Demettra Morris was known to people as a woman of gentle personality and compassion. Her smile was like the morning sun, and every word that came from her lips was as sweet as a bird's song. When she looked at them, everyone felt peaceful; her serene gaze always calmed all fears. She had a beauty that was not only in her face, but also in her actions.People loved Gloria. They always felt comfortable when Gloria was among them. For them, Gloria's presence was like a breeze that always brought coolness.That's how it usually was, but today was an exception. Instead of coolness, there was a feeling of suffocation everywhere. The reason was that Gloria's presence didn't really manifest. She was there, but not there. She was among them, but not with them."Farewell always reminds us of the fragility of life, and death is the most painful fragility. That's why we gather here today to say goodbye to Gloria Demettra Morris and to support each other. May we find peace in all the beauti

Kiara could sense that something was wrong when Estelle arrived that night, at exactly one in the morning. She hurriedly opened the apartment door and ushered her sister inside.Estelle walked unsteadily. Her eyes were vacant and she would have almost stumbled if Kiara hadn't caught her immediately and urged her to sit down."Estelle," Kiara whispered in deep concern. She reached out and smoothed Estelle's disheveled hair. When she noticed that the puffiness in Estelle's eyes was even worse than it had been earlier that day at Gloria's funeral, Kiara couldn't help but worry. "What's wrong with you? What happened to you? Why did you come here last night? And where's Lennon? Why did he let you come alone?"Kiara asked several questions. Her concern grew when she noticed something strange: Estelle had come without Lennon, and not a single guard had accompanied her.Kiara tried to push away the worst possibility that crossed her mind. She tried to stay calm. It couldn't be, she thought."