The small church the Vanderwahls choose for Penelope's funeral was not prepared for the number of people in attendance. Over a hundred people crammed into the four-hundred-year-old church and squeezed into every available space. The wooden pews were reserved for the immediate family and it seemed all of London surrounded the real mourners.

Eliza sat behind the Vanderwahls, who allowed Anya to sit next to Penelope's Aunt. Eliza immediately noticed that Adelaide, with her fake sniffles, was with her father seated behind Mary Winter. Bridgette was with her own mother standing near the last pew and Colin lingered near the doorway. She was also surprised to see the Tennysons were seated across from her and Andrew Tennyson, once again, looked like he wished to be anywhere else.

For a moment, Andrew's presence raised a red flag. Eliza had thought that maybe he was the mystery man. Same age, he's inheriting both a title and fortune and he's known for being one of the biggest rakes in London. But then Eliza couldn't imagine why he would keep their affair a secret. Penelope would have come with a fortune, one that would clean up any debts he owed, and she was much more beautiful than the women he usually had hanging off his arm. There would be no motive for him to hush anything up, at least not anything everyone didn't already know about.

Eliza caught Colin's eye twice as she looked around while everyone found their place. He seemed to have her in his eye line as soon as he walked into the processional that led up to the church. She nodded to the stone enclave that sat to the left of the pews and he gave her a nod. She wanted to talk to him about the diary, but she wasn't sure that this was the proper place for it.

The church fell silent as the vicar came down the aisle and Eliza was grateful it was a closed casket. The sleek wooden box was decorated ornately with an almost obscenely large floral display on top. The hearse pulling the casket for the processional down the street was so lavishly decorated that anyone that saw it pass, knew it held someone of the upper class inside.

Lady Vanderwahl sobbed under her thin black veil during the entire processional and all through the vicar quoting from the bible. Lord Vanderwahl didn't move a muscle. He stayed almost as still as the stone Saints that were carved into the enclaves around him. Penelope's brother sat next to her father, gazing into oblivion.

Eliza hadn't realized she had been holding her breath until Mary looked at her and told her to breathe. She clutched onto her mother's dainty hand and knew if she let go, she'd fall apart. She couldn't weep in front of an audience.

She was also struggling with wondering about what people were thinking of Penelope when they stood to go place a rose onto the wooden casket. False tears dripped down stranger's faces and whispers filled the church as everyone fell into a line. So far, Eliza hadn't heard anyone whispering about her being pregnant and Eliza was grateful. During the processional, everyone whispered about what the motive could have been to murder Penelope. No one had any real idea, the most popular was that she had slept with the wrong man and maybe a scorned woman threw her into the river. Eliza also heard that some other women were more worried that a man was targeting women of the upper-class and were there merely to make sure they didn't need to hide their own daughters away.

When it's finally Eliza's turn to place her blood-red rose onto the casket, she can't help but wonder how peaceful her friend looked inside. Were her hands folded gently over the place her baby was taken from her? Was she dressed in the finest black silks and stones? Was the man that placed her in that box somewhere near, acting as if Penelope's absence was causing him pain?

Eliza feels her chest start heaving and she drops the rose onto the mound of others. Her hand flies to her heart and she darts away from the coffin before anyone can see her tears. She knows she was supposed to meet Colin, but she suddenly feels claustrophobic inside the small church. She gently pushes her way past the other mourners waiting to place their roses and nearly sprints outside. She pushes the wooden door open that sits off to the side of the church and finds herself outside, in a small fenced-in graveyard. There's a stone bird feeder in the center of the garden and Eliza finally stops to catch her breath as she reaches it.

She closes her eyes and feels the London fog around her. It was like London knew the city was mourning today, with its dark gray skies promising rain. Eliza felt gray, colorless and foggy. She's glad the sun didn't come out to mock her.

"I don't want to ask how you are because that would be silly of me," Colin says quietly, causing Eliza to open her eyes and turn around. She finds him behind her, holding his hat in his hands, looking neat in his nice black suit and vest. She suddenly wishes he'd reach out to her, hold her close and tell her he'd found Penelope's killer. She clears her throat and drops the hand she had grasping the fabric around her heart.

"I'm...bothered that everyone in there is pretending to care," Eliza finally says. Colin glances behind him and the funeral-goers have started to pour into the garden as well.

"Some of them I believe truly do. But yes, some of the others..." Colin replies while scanning the yard.

"At least she'll be buried somewhere beautiful," Eliza quietly says and then looks off to the rose bushes growing near the stone enclosure. There are two massive trees that cast shade over the headstones and the birds chirping at the stone bath add a lovely sound to the solemn atmosphere. "I finished the diary," Eliza adds, hoping changing topics with keep the tears at bay.

"I figured you had. I was curious what you'd glean from it," Colin says and he takes a step closer to her. So close that she can smell his woodsy aftershave. "I don't think we should say anything here however, I don't know what ears are lurking so if it's alright, I'd like to come by later and discuss it."

Eliza gives a small nod, "Yes, I know my parents are back, but nothing else matters to me but finding her killer. Society protocols be damned."

Colin can't help but give her the softest of smiles as he replies, "Even on your worst days, your wits are about you."

"Flirting at a funeral is hardly your finest, Lady Eliza," Adelaide says, her sharp voice slicing through the air, causing Colin and Eliza to spin around and take a step away from each other. "What would Lady Penelope think?" Adelaide and Bridgette stand next to each other near the side of the garden with a clear view of Colin and Eliza standing closely together. Eliza notes the glance Adelaide gives Colin and jealously is written all over her pretty face.

"Offering condolences is hardly appalling behavior Miss Greensbury. But suggesting anything to the contrary is," Colin says sternly and Eliza watches Adelaide stick her chin a little higher in the air.

"I wasn't commenting on your character Lord Bradshaw," Adelaide quickly says, his tone causing her to become flustered. She's dressed in the finest black lace that accentuates her tiny figure and ample bosom. Her soft blonde curls frame her face and even at a funeral she manages to stand out.

"I know exactly what you were doing and I'm telling you I'll have none of it," Colin says sharply, ignoring Adelaide's wide, pleading blue eyes. Bridgette glances to her, wondering how she'll react to Colin's dismissal.

"Really your lordship. I only came over here to ask how Lady Eliza was getting along. If she was struggling like she was at the last funeral we had attended together." She suddenly flits her angelic look over to Eliza, "Are you in communication with Lady Penelope like you were with Master Evan?" Adelaide oh-so innocently asks and Eliza freezes. She almost thinks Adelaide and Bridgette will add a smile to worsen the blow. Her sing-song tone is like a punch to the gut and suddenly Eliza starts to breathe heavily again. She glares at Adelaide, wishing looks could kill and spits out, "Why are you two here? Neither of you cared much for Penelope. I clearly remember you shunning her from your garden party only a month ago, Bridgette."

"Her scandalous reputation may have barred her from my party, but I shan't think that should bar me from paying my respects." Bridgette snipes back.

"Respects? You have no respect. Neither of you were welcome at my brother's funeral and you're certainly not welcome now." Eliza can feel the heat of her body pushing away the cold wind that's begun nipping at her face. She glares at Adelaide an adds, "Why don't you go find your father before I give him a reason to find you." Adelaide can't help but let out a scoff, like Eliza is the one being absurd while Bridgette shifts her weight. She pulls her black lace gloves further up her wrists and smirks to Eliza before saying to Colin, "Hopefully I'll see you tonight Lord Bradshaw. I always enjoy when you visit." She finally spins around and it takes every ounce of self-control to keep Eliza rooted to the ground. She wants to barrel through the flower beds and tackle Adelaide down to the floor. Smash her face into the dirt and damn her to hell.

Instead, Colin and Eliza watch as Adelaide saunters over to the other mourners- Bridgette in tow. Colin finally looks to Eliza to say something but she stops him, "I need to find my mother. I've done what I came here to do, I have no obligation to stay." She pushes past him, ignoring his attempt to stop her but she feels the tears coming back and wants to get as far away from this church as possible.