Aurelia POV
Silver Crest transformed overnight.
Banners hung from every building along the central pathway, silver and white, the same colors that decorated the Alpha Residence weeks ago. Servants rushed in every direction, carrying flowers, adjusting decorations, preparing for a celebration that would mark the beginning of everything I would never have.
Nobody spoke of the stones thrown two nights ago.
Nobody mentioned the cut above my eyebrow, still tender under the careful stitches Selina placed. If anything, the pack seemed to have collectively decided that the entire incident simply hadn't happened, too eager to focus on the excitement building toward Serena's official announcement to spare a single thought for the Omega who'd nearly been driven from the square by their own hands.
