"Eliza, oh Eliza, I thought you were tougher than this. Turns out, you were just as breakable. You've really done it this time, playing yourself to death. You couldn't have picked a better time, could you? You’ve handed Casper over to me on a silver platter. Don't worry, we'll be happy. Just watch us from down below."
Nova pulled out her phone and dialed Casper.
Once, twice, three times—no answer. By the fourth call, it went straight to voicemail.
"What's going on? I was humiliated at the engagement party. He should be here comforting me. He can't still be upset about Eliza, can he?"
Forget it.
She decided not to bother him for now. After all, the dead couldn’t come back. ‘It's normal to grieve for a few days,’ she thought. Why hold a grudge against someone who's no longer here?
Only Casper and Caroline attended Eliza's funeral. The Welton family's cemetery was eerily quiet, with gentle snowflakes falling from the sky.
Casper, holding Eliza's urn, gently placed it into the grave. There were two graves—one for Eliza and one reserved by Casper for himself. He had decided that in death, they would lie side by side, whether she wanted it or not. He even had his own name engraved on the tombstone.
Caroline stood by, her heart a whirlwind of emotions. "Why even do this?" Caroline had many reproaches to voice. "You were never kind to her in life, and now that she's gone, you put on this act of deep affection. Who are you trying to impress? Who even cares?"
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