Preparations began the next morning, and it was chaos.
Celeste had barely opened her eyes when Beta Lisa barged into her bedroom waving a clipboard like it was a sacred artifact.
“Do you want gold-accented floral centerpieces or moonstone-infused wildflower rings for the tables?”
Celeste blinked. “I want coffee.”
Lisa ignored her. “And we have to discuss seating. Do we risk putting the grumpy Shadow Fang warriors next to the gossip-happy Silver Moon Aunties?”
“I said coffee.”
Hunter, across the estate in his own room, was also under siege. Logan was pacing in front of him, listing a million things that needed to be done.
“We’ve got the DJ, scratch that, we’ve got the bard, because Lisa insists on a lute soloist. There’s a chocolate fondue fountain that may or may not be haunted, an
