Thalassa rubbed her bleary eyes and asked, "Where are we headed?"

"Just come with me, and you'll see," Lysander teased, a mysterious twinkle in his eye.

"Alright, I'm up!" Thalassa didn't press further, quickly getting out of bed. It was unusual for Lysander to act so mysteriously, and she was eager to go along with it.

Without bothering to change, Thalassa went straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. By the time she was done, Lysander had already picked out an outfit for her. It was a sleek black dress, a bit on the conservative side but still stunning. "Why black?" Thalassa asked, curious about Lysander's choice.

except for the black tie that added a new touch. He

Lysander drove them away personally. The journey felt familiar to Thalassa,

from the trunk. He was here to pay his respects. Was it for Leopold, given their previous

she saw a group of people standing solemnly in front of a different grave, all dressed in black, a clear sign of

and even Georgia, standing next to an older couple she didn't

the Whitman family group. Nerves began to bubble up in Thalassa as she realized why Lysander had brought her here. Before they even reached

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