It comes every year and brings a bouquet of 18 scarlet roses. And this year was no exception. She came again, sat down again on the bench and sat again for hours, not moving. This time the sky was crying, she cried ...
"Ten years have passed." Ivy said through tears.
The black dress on the girl on was getting wet, but she continued to sit, and from without that red eyes flowing tears.
"Ten years have passed since she died," said King Auradon, who had approached the blue-haired woman.
"But she did not live to see the wedding for only two months." The world is cruel, is not it?
In response, only the sound of rain.
- You know, one thought does not give me rest: how strange that she died right before the wedding. Yes, and this case is completely unlucky unlike. Ten years have passed and 18 simple red roses have remained, and what if the solution is as simple as these flowers?
Ivi was silent for a moment, as if thinking what to say.
- I will not surrender until I solve this mystery, I will get to the truth, to the point. It was dear to me and I consider it my duty, duty.
"I agree with you more than ever."
- He agrees! And who needs to marry in the next three months, or Mummy and Daddy will swear!
"Ivi, do not start." And without you it's sickening.
They were silent for five minutes, ten ... Then Ben said:
- Go home. You're completely wet. Will get sick still.
"You'd better care for her so much." Maybe there will not be anything and it does not happen ... Although who knows.
Ivi stopped talking.
"I do not understand why I blame you." You loved her so much. You just wore it in your arms. And she loved you, with all her heart.
Ivi put the bouquet on the grave and walked slowly toward the parking lot.
In general, Ivy very rarely sits behind the wheel, only twice a year: on her birthday and on the day of Mel's death.
The blue-haired lady drove into the courtyard of her castle, parked the car and went into the castle's castle. Only now Ivy realized how naughty her wet clothes were squishing, she wanted to get into the bathroom, lie down in hot water and think about her hypothesis about killing her best friend. But it was not there. A five-year-old girl ran out to meet her, stomping her small bare feet on the tile. And behind her, her father, clearly tried to shoe his daughter.
POV Ivi
How cute they are. My eyes sparkled with happiness. But suddenly the mood was gone. Tears came to my eyes. But Mel and Ben could have had a similarly happy life. They would be married, have children and raised them. And fate is like that. Life is not fair! Why? Why?! WHY?!
I chose the name for my daughter myself-Melanie. How strange it was not for Melan to look like Mal.
"Well, stop the hooligan-Doug picked up his daughter in his arms."
- Hi.
"Hello." Doug answered and kissed me. "Are you all right?"
"As always on this day."
"You're completely wet." Go get your change.
I took my favorite dressing gown from the dresser and a terry towel and wandered into the bathroom.