"Jade, we're leaving in ten!"
I sighed as my mother yelled up the stairs. I was still fumbling with the zipper on my dress as I heard my mother loading our bags into the car. It was Saturday morning, otherwise known as the day of the funeral, or the day I might just spontaneously combust.
"Let me help you."
I nodded as Miles grabbed the zipper from my hands, zipping it up my back until it reached the top. I whispered a thank you and looked myself over in the mirror. My black dress was tight around my body, yet modest in its high collar. My hair was in a tight bun on the back of my head, my makeup light, covering my pale face.
"You look beautiful, you have to get going," Miles said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I nodded, turning around to face him, "Thanks for helping."
He pulled me
