During the drive to the cetery, Gwyneth's ghost traveled with the Mayfair's, she wanted to witness her funeral and then move on. Gwyneth was so grateful to Phoebe for how things had turned out, the outco was even better than she had anticipated.
Multiple charges had been laid on Theodore, the Rowland na stripped from him. As for Mariska, her son, they had been cast out of the family empty handed, every bit of the Rowland money had been squeezed out of them.
Rumor had it that they had been put on a plane and sent off to another city or another country, but they were not in Citrus anymore. No matter how hard reporters looked for them in order to get exclusive interviews, they could not be found. It was like they had vanished off the surface of the earth.
Soon, they ca to the church which was in the heart of the bustling city of Citrus, a somber atmosphere enveloped the grand cathedral where mourners had gathered to pay their respects. The daughter of an important politician had died, she ca from a prominent and influential family. Her tragic passing and the rumor that she had died of a broken heart was still circulating.
Wealthy elites and dignitaries had co to honor Gwyneth's mory, her kindness, grace and charity had touched the lives of many. Her funeral was attended by all the wealthy in the city, business magnates, foreign ambassadors and even the president and his family. All these people were dressed in black as a sign of respect.
Gwyneth's parents were beside themselves, tortured by the pain of the untily loss of their daughter. Where her father was more stoic, her mother cried openly, the weight of the loss of her daughter was palpable.
The prayers for the deceased began a hush fell over the crowd. A priest from the church of saints and angels spoke of Gwyneth's virtues and the impact she had made in her life. One by one, somber faced dignitaries approached the casket to pay their final respects and the press which could not be avoided caught it all.
After that, a procession of black carriages carried Gwyneth to her final resting place and hundreds of expensive cars followed the road which had been cleared out because the president was among the mourners.
In the car, Phoebe shifted restlessly in the back seat, her hand tapped on the sleepers' hat that her grandmother had refused her to wear to the cathedral. A choice that was understandable because of the quality of mourners at the funeral. A ceremony where a president, foreign ambassadors and other dignitaries attended was not a place to ss around.
"Nana, can I wear it now?" Phoebe's persistent voice echoed, she was already aware that her grandmother was totally against the idea, and she was going to reject it again but still, she figured she would push her luck.
Grandma Mayfair rolled her eyes dismissively. "Child, can you not see how inappropriate it is? You look ridiculous with that thing on your head." She sneered; her eyes drifted to the hat.
"I have to agree, it's not haloween or 1660 sothing." A familiar voice erged as Gwyneth appeared once again. They had not seen her since her during the prayer session in the church or when her body was taken away. "Phoebe, there is nothing keeping here any longer. My heart is contented enough for to move on, I do not need to watch them lower my coffin down in the ground, see you when I see you." A smile of gratitude lingered on her lips as she vanished.
Phoebe only smiled; she could feel a surge f of energy fill up her body. No matter how many ghosts she helped and got rewarded, the feeling of gaining new energy was always new each ti.
"Goodbye Gwyneth." She whispered.
Grandma Mayfair looked around, "Is she really gone?"
Phoebe nodded.
"Just like that." Her grandmother said, surprised that Gwyneth had not said one last goodbye to her mother.
"It is as painful for her as it is for her family." Phoebe muttered.
The car soon ca to the cetery and that's when Phoebe started to sigh. There were so many ghosts around, she had to put on her sunglasses and pretend that she could not see them.
Just as funerals of the rich went, most of the mourners broke off into groups after the coffin was lowered and they started to whisper and judge each other. So whispered about Theodore Rowland actually wanting to attend the funeral, but he was under arrest and the Rowland's had forbidden it.
Others gossiped about their outfits, who had worn a similar dress better than the other. Those that were eager to make connections shook hands with the ones they wanted to be connected with.
Phoebe interacted with Miranda who couldn't help but express her displeasure about Moria and her mother. It was the latest big gossip on the founding lane.
"How could they be so brazen! Honestly, I was not even shocked because Celine has always been a scher. She wants to weasel her daughter's way back into David's life but that will only happen when I am dead." Miranda pressed her lips into a thin line.
It was a surprising change because she was one of the people that strongly disagreed with the engagent of David and Moria being broken off. At the ti, she only cared about him marrying the daughter of another wealthy family which would help him secure his position as the next Saxon patriarch.
Now, she was contented with Phoebe being David's choice, it was a love match which made David happy and her being a Mayfair was a bonus.
"I am going to deal with them for trying to ss with you two. In fact, I heard that the Mortir's were invited to the thanksgiving party tonight, I will give them a piece of my mind." She arched a brow in mild disdain.
Rather than being at odds like they were in the past life, Phoebe was actually glad to have Miranda in her corner, especially now that she was expecting.
"Miranda, there is nothing those two can do to get between and David, our relationship is built on a solid foundation." She responded, all she had was confidence now.
Miranda blinked rapidly; her gaze fixed on Phoebe. "Miranda, oh dear! You cannot call that anymore, you are the only woman that I will ever recognize as David's wife, married or not so please call mother." A reassuring smile ford on her lips.
Phoebe's eyes increased their size by two. [Wow! Seeing this version of her truly shocks . Who knew that Miranda Saxon could be sweet. I can't believe it, but she is actually kind of adorable.]
Tears pooled in Miranda's eyes on seeing the thoughts. " Oh my goodness, look at crying for no reason. I wonder who is cutting onions." She waved her hand over her eyes and blinked back the happy tears. It seed Phoebe was growing to like her.
David ca up from behind Phoebe. "Mother is everything alright here?" His arm wrapped around her waist.
"Yes...yes everything is perfect." She patted Phoebe's shoulder.
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