The burial

Pamela:

Today was the day of Mr. Markinson's burial. I woke up feeling weird, because I wondered what this ceremony had in store for me, and the guys. I could only hope that it wouldn't be as bad as I imagined it would be.

Royal was born into a Catholic home, and the burial was going to be done in the traditional Catholic style.

I got into the shower, and after I was done, I put on a black gown, black hat, black shoes, and I topped it up with black lipstick.

After that, I sat down quietly on my bed waiting for Charles. The service was meant to start by nine in the morning and it was quarter to nine.

Charles appeared after a while. He was all dressed in black too.

"You look stunning," he said to me, and a smile crept up my lips.

Then I stood up and he kissed my cheek.

"Thank you," I replied.

He took my hand in his, and he walked me out of the room. When we got to the stairs, he carried me up in bridal style, then he took me downstairs, and put me down at the foot of the stairs. With m