Chapter Fifty-Three: Deaths

Deaths

BGC, Taguig

The black and brand-new Chevrolet Camaro was parked on the side of the road. The people who attended the funeral dressed in all white turned their heads to the newcomer, especially when the door opened. A pair of feet-wearing elegant and famous Stuart Weitzman high heels emerged from the driver's seat.

When a fair-skin woman appeared right before them, a collective whisper from the attendees began to flood the entire place. The woman was wearing a classy midi black dress and an oversized wide-brimmed hat that covered almost half of her face. Aside from her pointed and pretty nose bridge, the only thing that was more apparent was her lips in bright red lipstick. But those people didn’t need to see her whole face to recognize who she was.

Minah was holding a bouquet of black roses in her other hand. Her free hand was slid into her pocket. Whispers became much louder this time. some were exchanging glances every time she stepped closer, drawing the distance between