{Allie’s P.O.V.}
“Baby, are you ready?” Dorian called from the bedroom. I was still in the bathroom getting ready for Lacie’s memorial.
“Yeah, I’m coming out now,” I say. I took a last look at my hair, and dress and walked out. “You know, I don’t know how I am supposed to react to all of this now,” I tell him.
“It’s a fake memorial,”
“Yeah, to us, and a few selected people, but her family and other friends, they think it’s real. Am I supposed to ugly cry, or just sniffle?”
“Somewhere in between?” he said. Although it was phrased more like a question.
“You’re not helping,”
“And I think you’re overthinking,” I rolled my eyes because I knew he was right. I was way overthinking everything. Apart of me was ju
