Victoria's POV
"Oliver! Oliver! No! Please wake up! I am here, my love!" I cried as I stood in front of his opened casket.
I hugged his cold body and shrieked. I never cried this much in my entire life. My parents were at my side, trying their best to pacify me, but their words felt nothing as I looked at Oliver's dead body.
I knew my mother reserved his body. Oliver looked like he was only sleeping with his tuxedo.
"Victoria, you need to calm down, my dear," my mom softly said as she pulled me by the shoulders
"Mom, please, I know you have extraordinary power. Can you please bring Oliver back for me?" I begged, and I could see the tears in my mother's eyes as she shook her head.
"It is not possible, Victoria. I can't do that," she replied, and I felt so weak that I needed them to hold onto my mother's arms to keep myself standing on the floor.
"Mom, please," I implored.
