A death a day keeps the truth away.

Maga

The church was already filled with people of importance and the front rows were occupied by each royal family. “Where are we going to sit?” June whispered, and all us of started scanning the place again to look for any vacant space that we can occupy.

“There, I found one,” Celine said, piqued while pointing her finger towards the very back of the church.

“Don't you think that is too far? We won't be able to see anything that is happening in the front.” I voiced out my concern.

“Do we seriously need to see what is happening at the front, at least we got a place to sit,” Celine insisted, and after thinking a lot, I agreed, and all of us made our way to the last bench. Once we took our seats, simultaneously the program began too. A man in his early forties wearing an immaculate-looking suit got up on stage.