Chapter 143 House Arrest
- Ava
- I pursed my lips as I stared at my reflection, tugging at the fitted black dress to smooth out any wrinkles. The dark fabric clung to my curves, the skirt swishing at my knees as I turned to inspect myself at another angle. On any normal day, I would have felt good about wearing something like this. But not today.
- Degas’s funeral was today.