Serena’s POV
“No, not the champagne-colored drapes! I said cream! Didn’t you hear me the first time?”
“I couldn’t tell the difference, Serena—”
“It’s Luna to you.” Serena threw down the bouquet she was holding, sending petals scattering around the Omega’s feet. “Go back to the store and get the right drapes. I don’t want to see your smarmy face again unless you’re holding the cream fabric.”
“Yes, Luna,” the Omega said, gathering up the wrong drapes and scurrying away.
Once she was gone, Serena sighed and sank into a chair, scrubbing her hands over her face. The wedding was in just a couple of weeks, and she still had so much to do; but since the first one had been postponed due to… extenuating circumstances, they had to go all out with this one, ensuring that the only thing the guests
