[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Lì Wu’s Service - Chicago, IL
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I shouldn’t be surprised that Cass had gotten an actual feng shui master for my dad and I, but here I am. Luckily, my dad takes the lead and enthusiastically speaks with the master, their Mandarin almost too fast for me to understand. 

My dad and I had stayed up for much of the vigil, with him telling me how he and my mom met, to the funerals of my grandparents, to them getting married. We were almost to why he and my mom left China when the vigil was over. We both went to my place to shower and change- my dad donning the traditional white, Chinese robes while I wore white suit pants with a white button-up and a white tie. Forever hating how stiff formal clothes felt, I’m constantly running a finger along the inside of my collar to feel less like I was being choked.  

People are just starting to arrive and I see a car that screams ‘rich’ pulling up. I excuse myself to my dad to go greet who I could only assume was Caden and Cass.