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Rose always had a knack for organizing occasions, and her husband's memorial was not to be left out.

The exterior of the house was well decorated with incandescent lights and flowers. A large table that could seat twelve people was arranged outside and arrayed with food and assortments of wine.

Rose was walking around in her elegant silk gown and mink coat, giving out last minute instructions and tasting every meal to make sure it was good enough.

Bianca sat on one of the chairs as she waited for the memorial to officially begin, her long freshly styled hair swaying softly to the breeze from the nearby river.

She...