Fiona
The last day before the king was supposed to arrive was a flurry of activity. I helped organize Daisy for daycare, which included supervising her as she packed essentials like a string of beads, five odd socks, and a teacup into her pink-and-yellow backpack. After Nico came to take her to Crescent Delta, I headed down to housekeeping. I knew that the alphas wouldn’t let anyone else in their rooms to clean, and I wanted to make sure that they were ready for the ball. Not that anyone would be going into their rooms, but it would make the alphas feel better.
After collecting their trash and clothes that needed laundering, I headed back out into the hall. A few feet in front of the elevator, the wheel for the laundry cart locked up.
“Damn,” I muttered to myself. Sometimes, one of Dais
