The Burial III

STORM

Storm bit her lips hard in anger and frustration as Curtis chose to sit near her in the almost filled banquet service to eat.

What was wrong with this dude? She thought, witholding herself for the upteenth time from lashing at him. This was her father's burial. She shouldn't be going berserk over some boy's issues. It will definitely send off the wrong messages to the little crowd in the beautifully decorated hall.

Well, she had to admit that her stepmother had really tried to give her father a decent burial and send off. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that the former had loved him. But she knew better. And she knew that all these were for Jess' self righteous image—the latter was struggling to look good in front of her friends and business partners.