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Everly had to delay her meeting with the funeral parlor to the following week due to the events of the past week, but the day eventually arrived. 

 

She chose a comfortable yet elegant outfit, which was jeans paired with a turtleneck shirt and a jacket that draped over her shoulders. With her waist-length hair flowing down her back and a touch of red lipstick, she felt ready.

 

Downstairs, Ivan awaited her, already prepared for his day at the office. He escorted her to the car, opening the door as they settled into the back seat together.

 

As Sergei stopped the car in front of the funeral parlor, Ivan tilted his head and raised his brow at her. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" he asked.

 

Everly exhaled through her nose, shaking her head with a look that explained that she was fine by herself. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," she said, giving him a reassuring smile.