My cheeks burned even more, forcing me to lower my head again.....
As per tradition, we all had lunch together before heading to the cemetery.
The atmosphere at the table was lively. Grace kept joking around while Uncle Steve occasionally joined in, making even Nana laugh a few times.
But throughout the meal, I could still feel Alexander's gaze on me from time to time.
Every time I looked up, our eyes would meet briefly before I looked away first.
After lunch, we got into our cars and headed toward the cemetery.
The Blackwood family's private cemetery was located on a mountain in the suburbs.
Alexander's parents were buried there.
Every year on this day, the family would come to pay their respects.
Nana's health had been poor recently, so she stayed behind at the mansion.
The moment we arrived, the atmosphere grew noticeably quieter.
The wind on the mountain carried a slight chill.
We placed flowers before the gravestones one after another.
