Blue Bloods by Melissa de La Cruz Page B

she was old enough, she’d accepted the relationships for what they were—necessary to the Caerimonia Osculor . No one could be all things to one person. Marriage was for keeping the family fortune within the family, for making a good match, akin to a sound business deal. She’d been made to understand there were some things that could only be satisfied outside of a marriage, some things that even a loyal spouse couldn’t provide.
    She noticed Senator Llewellyn and his family entering through a side door. Bliss’s stepmother strutted in wearing a floor-length black mink over a black dress; the senator was wearing a double-breasted black suit; Bliss was wearing a black cashmere sweater and slim black Gucci cigarette pants. Then Mimi noticed something odd. Bliss’s little sister was dressed head to toe in white.
    Who wears white to a funeral? But as Mimi looked around, she noticed almost half of the assembled guests in the chapel were wearing white—and all of them were sitting across the aisle.
    Sitting in the very front pew, leading the white-clad mourners was a small, wizened woman Mimi had never seen before. She noticed Oliver Hazard-Perry and his parents walk toward the front and bow to the white-garbed crone before finding seats in the far back.
    The mayor and his entourage arrived, followed by the gov ernor, his wife, and children. To the man, they were all in the appropriate black formal dress and sat themselves behind her father’s pew. Mimi felt oddly relieved. Everyone on their side of the room was wearing the proper black or charcoal garments.
    Mimi was glad for the closed coffin. She didn’t want to see that frozen scream again, not in this lifetime. Anyway, it was all a big mistake. She was certain the Wardens would find some perfectly reasonable explanation for all this, some part of the cycle that explained the loss of all that blood. Because Aggie just couldn’t be dead. As her father said, Aggie probably wasn’t even in that coffin.
    The service began, and the assembled rose from their seats and sang “Nearer, My God, to Thee.”
    Mimi looked up from her hymnal and noticed Bliss leaving her seat. She raised an eyebrow.
    After the chaplain said the proper words, Aggie’s sister made a brief eulogy. Several other students spoke, including her brother, Jack, who made a moving speech, and just as quickly, the service was over. Mimi fol lowed her family as they left their pew.
    The diminutive, white-haired matron who was sitting across from them walked over and tapped her father lightly on the arm. She had the bluest eyes Mimi had ever seen and was wearing an impeccable ivory Chanel suit and ropes of pearls around her wrinkled neck.
    Charles Force startled visibly. Mimi had never seen her father that way. He was a composed, regal man, with a mane of silver hair and a rigid military bearing. The lines on his face were grooved with the consequences of power. It was said that Charles Force was the real authority that ran New York . The power behind the powerful.
    ” Cordelia,” her father said to the old bat, with a bow of the head. “It is good to see you again.”
    “It has been too long.” She had the clipped, nasal tones of a true Yankee.
    He didn’t respond. “A terrible loss,” he said finally.
    “Extremely unfortunate,” the old lady agreed. “Although it could have been prevented.”
    “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Charles replied, looking genuinely perplexed.
    “You know as well as I, that they should have been warned—”
    “Enough. Not here,” he said, lowering his voice and pulling her toward him. Mimi strained to hear the rest of the conversation.
    “Always the first to shy from the truth.You are the way you have always been, arrogant and blind… .” the old woman was saying.
    “And if we had listened to you and sown the fear?Where would we be then?” he asked coldly.
    “You would have us cowering in caves.”
    “I would have had us ensuring our