“Lily, the wedding between Ethan and me is in three days. I’ll send you the location later—don’t forget to come.”
For a moment, I felt suffocated. I hadn’t realized the dead could still feel.
Lily’s face went pale. “Why did you choose that day?”
Sophia’s voice carried a hint of confusion. “Is there a problem?”
“No, no problem at all. I’ll be there,” Lily replied.
After hanging up, she turned to my urn and whispered, “Did you hear that? She scheduled her wedding with Ethan for that day.”
“But that’s the day of your funeral!”
Yes, it was. That was the day of my funeral.
But Sophia and I were divorced. She was free to marry Ethan whenever she wanted. There was nothing I could do to change it.
Three days later, Lily put on a black dress, a matching veil and an expressionless face before leaving the house.
I wanted to stop her, to tell her not to go. But I couldn’t. I could only hover beside her, following as she walked into the wedding venue.
The moment Lily stepped inside, dressed as she was, the guests’ faces turned to shock.
Sophia, radiant in her white wedding gown, came forward to greet her. Her expression darkened.
“Lily, what are you wearing? This joke is a bit much, don’t you think?”