Riley Anderson
It has been a few days since Stacy and her brother’s deaths. I am not over the fact that Stacy was that little angel who held a special place in my heart. I loved and cherished her to bits, but God had other plans for her.
I am in my room getting my make-up done; it is their burial day today, and I am only doing this because I have to.
"Are you done?" Ricco asks from the doorway, and I shake my head.
"No, not yet. Do you want to come in and help with my hair? I am sorry it is taking too long to get ready." I apologize, but he shrugs it off like it is nothing and walks towards me with a sly smile on his lips. He stands behind me as he looks in the mirror. He smiles at our reflections, and I nod. "What did I do wrong?" "Why are you smiling?" I ask, and he shrugs.
"Nothin
