Bella's POV
Charity’s presence and comforting words helped a lot; I felt more at ease with her by my side. She was trying her best to comfort me, and she did a really good job at that.
“The funeral is about to start; your presence is needed,” a maid announced, and I swallowed my pain. More tears streamed down my cheeks, and Charity helped wipe them off with a handkerchief.
“We need to go,” Charity pleaded as she helped me up on my feet. I was already dressed in a black dress, which Charity had picked out for me.
Leaving my room, the maid led us to the pack hall where the funeral would be conducted. Upon reaching the hall, I realized it was filled with people, and I wondered how they could attend at such short notice.
Walking into the hall, I noticed all eyes were on me. Most were star
