Rose's Point of View
It was the morning of Luna Martha's funeral. The sky was a brilliant blue and any clouds had been burnt off by the sun by mid morning. The funeral was planned for 12.00. The whole event was going to take place outside. A marquee had gone up and from what I’d heard, the Luna’s coffin was housed at the front of it. I was in the kitchen with Alice, there was no cleaning for me today, everyone needed to be on hand to serve drinks to the guests as they arrived at the house. I felt awful about it. Everything was set up like a wedding, only everyone was dressed in black. Or at least the staff were!
Lisa was in a blood red dress which was way too short and cut way too low, and she was walking around like she owned the place. Her usually golden hair seemed lank and li
