No one seemed surprised by Bella’s bold grin — they had already labeled her as rebellious and expected her to demand freedom. She walked with such confidence, as if nothing could hold her back.

Even though her choice made sense, I couldn’t help but wonder why the others looked as though they had lost a battle. Were they still hoping to control her?

Maya’s anger flared. “What is this? You know the rules — no other colors are allowed at a funeral. And yet you keep breaking them, ...