Georgina Gee Direct

She looked down at the mahogany casket—her mother’s final resting place—and then at the row of aunts sitting in the front pew. They were dabbing their eyes with lace handkerchiefs, whispering about "what a saint" her mother had been and how they had "always been there" for her.

She didn't wait for a response. She walked back to her seat, her head held high. georgina gee

A gasp rippled through the pews. Her oldest aunt, Sarah, looked up, eyes wide with indignation. "Georgina, this isn't the time—" She looked down at the mahogany casket—her mother’s

Georgina "Gee" Sharon walked to the front of the chapel, her heels clicking a sharp, steady rhythm against the polished floor. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of lilies and the hushed, performative sobs of relatives she hadn't seen in years. She walked back to her seat, her head held high