Chapter 74 Five Minutes

• A wedding dress—it had to be a wedding dress. Autumn scrunched her nose as she took in the sight of Iris draped in layers of white satin and lace. Iris’s face was alight with a triumphant smile, basking in the extravagance of her gown. She looked entirely out of place, like a misplaced bride, but that didn’t matter to her. She was getting exactly what she wanted: attention. Still, did she have to demand that kind of attention—at Alexander Fraser’s funeral, of all places?
• Everyone else wore black in solemn respect for the late Alexander Fraser, but Iris stood there in a cloud of white, aware of the stares drilling into her from all sides. Iris didn’t seem to care; in fact, her smile only grew as Autumn walked into the room alone, dressed in a simple, somber black. The crowd’s gaze shifted from Iris to Autumn, but Iris held her head high, striding over to her sister with an exaggerated smile.
• “You’re late, don’t you think?” Iris's voice rang out, just loud enough to ensure it carried.