Sharon was overdoing it.
Her exaggerated expression and Loud voice filled Ariana with disgust.
She guessed Sharon was doing that on purpose.
Seeing Sharon coming to her side, holding out her hand, Ariana frowned and took a step back to avoid her.
Sharon felt embarrassed for a moment.
Then, she turned around in tears and addressed the guests present.
âYou havenât met her yet, have you?
Sheâs my poor daughter-in-law.
The wife of our deceased son, Theodore⦠What a cruel trick of nature.
â
Sharon wiped away her tears as she spoke, occasionally glancing at Ariana with a trace of triumph.
Suddenly, all eyes were on poor Ariana.
The gazes that fell upon Ariana held a blend of piercing examination idle curiosity, and poorly-masked compassion.
To their prying eyes, Ariana felt like she was an item on the auction block; a sense of ridiculousness surged within her
She heard their sympathetic platitudes, the well-worn phrases like âmy deepest sympathies,â but she said nothing in return.
Their eyes, their voices-they reeked of scorn.
Theodore was gone; the reins of the Anderson Group now rested in the clutches of the Darian father-son duo.
As a widow, Ariana was nothing more than chaff in the wind to these people.
At that moment, Brielle approached Ariana, an artificial veil of sympathy dr@ped around her, her arm entwined with Jasperâs.
âDonât Let your grief consume you, Ariana,â Brielle said, her voice dripping with faux concern, her eyes sparkling with concealed scorn.
She tried to close the gap between them, forcing a facsimile of tears, attempting to portray a depth of sisterly love she clearly did not possess.
âYour sorrow is mine too, Ariana.
Take care of yourself, or else youâll leave me worrying.
â
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Jasper spared Ariana a swift glance, but before he could utter a word, a wave of nausea washed over her.
She wanted nothing to do with them.
Without a word, she sidestepped, distancing herself as she silently awaited the beginning of the funeral rites.
Her lack of response sent a cloud over Jasperâs face.
Sharon quickly picked up on the tension, donned an apologetic smile, and turned to the guests.
âOur Ariana is distraught, lost in her grief, and manners have slipped her mind.
I trust you all understand.
â
Her poise was unmistakable, the very picture of a gracious hostess; as if sheâd forgotten her own past as a home wrecker.
With Theodoreâs passing, all her inhibitions evaporated.
She seamlessly stepped into the role of the Anderson family matriarch.
âSilence, please.
The funeral is commencing,â she announced.
Just then, a priest emerged, and a hush swept over the gathering.
Ariana stood to one side, quietly observing, her hands clenching unconsciously.
The funeral was under way, and as for Theodore⦠would he finally make his presence felt?
The priest Lifted his hand, and eight pallbearers brought a heavy, black coffin into view.
By the book, the priest would lead in prayer, then the family and kin would pay their respects, culminating in a collective farewell.
The coffin would then be taken for its final journey â to the crematorium.
Arianaâs gaze was glued to the ominous black coffin; she could feel her heart racing.
As the eight pallbearers made their way to the elevated platform, set down the coffin, and then began to open it, Arianaâs brow furrowed slightly.
Despite their muscular builds, lifting the coffin seemed an ordeal.
The weight of the coffin seemed unnatural.