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Kendall held the end of her dress to keep from tripping as she weaved through the restaurant that had been converted into a chic lounge for Cristo's after party, searching for the designer in question. She finally spotted him near the back of the room in a hushed conversation with his father. It looked serious but considering what was going on, Kendall decided that what she had to tell him was more important so she picked up her pace as she approached him, and he looked up at her frazzled state.
"What is it?"
"It's Demi. Well, it's not Demi. It's her mimaw," Kendall stated as Cristo's eyes widened and he stepped closer to Kendall, completely ignoring his father's presence.
"Her great grandmother?"
"Yeah, she's really sick. Demi got the call just as we were about to leave. My mom set the private jet up to take her directly to Texas so Demi told me to tell you where she was going. I'm so sorry, Cristo," Kendall apologized, because she knew what this night meant to him, the strings he had to pull to make it happen, and now because of a series of unfortunate events it was completely ruined.
"No, it's fine. I should go and be with her. I should also tell her family," Cristo said, lightly patting Kendall's arm before breezing past her to go find Eddie and the rest of Demi's family that he had flown out to Paris so that they could watch him propose to her.
Setting: Oakland Cemetery, Dallas, TX
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Demi wrapped her arms around herself as she stared at her mimaw's grave. The funeral had been over hours ago and much like her mood, it was gray and stormy outside, making the heels of her classic black Louboutins sink into the grass and little droplets of rain slide down the leather sleeves of her Burberry trench coat. Even though Demi hadn't talked to Dianna in a really long time, her heart still ached as she watched her mother sob as they lowered the sleek black casket into the ground. She had grabbed her hand and squeezed it, trying to offer her some type of comfort, but the sounds of her sobs still echoed in the air and it actually broke Demi's heart.
