Previously
She certainly couldn't stay in London forever.
Now
Third person POV
So who would look after him? By law, he was still too young to look after himself. His whole future looked so uncertain that he preferred not to talk about it. He preferred not to talk at all.
And then the day of the funeral arrived and Alex found himself dressed in a dark jacket, preparing to leave in a black car that came from nowhere, surrounded by people he had never met.
Your POV
I woke up earlier this morning so that I wouldn't wake up mother. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Then I did my morning facial.
Then I got dressed into this :
(not mine)
My shoes
(not mine)
My jacket
(not mine)
And my hair style
(not mine)
Then I called for a cab to take me to Ian Rider's funeral.
Sooooo you met you. YAY. Hopefully I will be able to do more in your POV.
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