"That's weird." Tricia laughed off, her smile stayed on her face. She was nice enough to walk Abrielle and Cedric to the door. The shop wasn't busy at the moment and they were the only ones around.
"Thanks for coming, but if you are interested...the memorial service is tonight, a lot of fans will be there. Mum wants Hazel to be surrounded by fans and loved ones." She chimed in at the door,
"Thank you for the invitation. We would love to be there." Abrielle said, holding Cedric's arm, but her grip was a bit too tight. Tricia nodded just as she was about to wave them off. Something popped into her mind.
"Mrs Blackwood.." She called Abrielle by the substitute surname she was using. Abrielle paused then glanced at her. "Yes,"
