Kiera had always known her father was a complete asshole, but he had taken it a notch higher when he fixed his marriage to his mistress, Elaine, on the same day as his wife’s funeral.

Kiera’s eyes had gone hollow from non–stop crying and had dark circles underneath. The day of the funeral unfortunately had to be the hottest day in July, yet Kiera chose to maintain her favorite type of outfit, pantsuits. A black pantsuit this time, so she could blend in.

Her already grouched mood worsened after one of her aunts had scolded her for deeming it fit to wear a net camisole which bared a fair amount of cleavage to her own mother’s funeral.

When it was time for Kiera to read her eulogy, she refused to allow any tears to be released unto her cheeks. But everyone else’s was the opposite; songs and hymns that were supposed to take three minutes extended to ten because of the interrupting lamentations and cries. Her mother was loved by all— except her asshole of a husband who was busy gettin