Christy's POV
I woke up with a heavy heart as today is Evan's funeral. Mason informed me because I have refused to pick Kendrick's calls.
"Christy, are you awake?" Mira's voice pulled me out of my thoughts as she pushed the door and walked in.
"Are you okay?" she asked with a worried tone when she saw how worried and disheartened I was looking.
"I am fine, it's just that I am remembering Evans, today is his funeral and I don't know why I feel kind of guilty and depressed" I tried to explain how I was feeling and she seemed to understand.
"Evans didn't even hesitate to block the bullets for you, he wanted you to be happy and live a long and fulfilled life.
So you don't need to feel guilty, the best thing you can do now is to honor him by living well" she advised and I smiled as she pulled me into a warm hug.
A few minutes later, I quickly got ready, I wore a fitted black gown and black sandals. Mira also wore all black as it was a funeral.
