Funeral 2

He opened the door of his car in a stylish way and stared at me with glowing green eyes. He was wearing a black suit, and a white handkerchief was neatly placed in his pocket. He adjusted his black tie, still staring at me. I knew he was checking me out.

"Are you just going to stand there or get in." he asked, glaring at me.

I walked into the car and closed the door. He used his eyes to scan my body; I just look at the road, pretending not to see him.

"Do you have to look so good? We are going to a funeral. You need to look miserable. If you go to a funeral looking like this, people will think you are the one who murdered him." He grinned.

"It’s not my fault that I look so good. Don’t worry, I will try to cry at the funeral so as not to draw attention. " I muttered. And he glared at me and smirked. And we both settled into the car.

He turned his keys on the car and drove off.

"Huh, sir, what do you people do at a funeral?" I asked, staring at the road. He looked back at me and turned his face to the road.

"Why are you asking me such a thing? Are you trying to tell me that you haven’t attended a funeral before?" he asked in a soft tone.

"I haven’t got a chance to attend a funeral. Even when my parents died, I couldn’t attend." I replied.

"How come?"

"Because I was too young to attend that what Medusa told me." I said, holding the hand of my bag.

"We don’t do that much in a funeral, all we do is just make a speech to say farewell to the person and pay our respect to him by dropping flowers on his grave." he stated.

"Alright," I said, and he pulled up in a place that looked like an estate. It was spacious and had rose flowers in front of it. A lot of people were going in and some were coming out. They were all wearing black.

"Is this where we are holding the funeral? I inquired.

"Yes, this is it," he replied, driving the car into the place.

I started looking at the windows, admiring the colorful lights that were hanging around the place and the beautiful rose flowers that were used to decorate the place.

He parked the car in a packing lot along with other cars, and we both step out of the car with Barbie running to me. She hugged me and I smiled widely, hugging her.

"You look beautiful, Lucy." She said, looking at my dress.

"Thank you," my gaze landed on Ralph, who was looking at Barbie with those eyes that could kill.  If eyes could kill, Barbie would have been dead by now.  For some reason, Barbie noticed him and pulled me by the hand, leading me into a house with many chairs and people sitting on the chairs......