Back at the beach, the crowd of mourners slowly dispersed to their various houses as the burning fire receded.
The only people that stayed back for a while, were the chief priest and his assistant. They needed to collect the ashes of the cremated bodies before the early morning breeze blew them away, into the ocean.
While Marissa left happily with Maxwell back to the house, Ivory also left happily with her new lover Justin, to his mansion.
The only person who seemed to be in a foul mood all through the way back home was Yvonne.
She hadn't been herself ever since she was made to match behind the procession during the rituals around the fire. Even when her husband tried to talk some sense into her, she kept blaming Ella for everything.
"If that tramp hadn't shown her face when the family was called out, I wouldn't have been humiliated that way." Yvonne's scrunched face tightened in anger.
