Lorraine walks to her office, her four inch heels clicking on the stone floor. There are a fleet of women following her all carrying binders and cardboard tubes holding plan layouts.
Once, inside she walks to her chair and sits behind her desk. “Put all of that on the table over there.” She says vaguely pointing to a long mahogany conference table.
“This Winter Ball has to be perfect. If anything goes wrong, it will be all of you who face the consequences. There will be Alphas and other important guests all here to meet my Heather. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.” She warns coldly.
“Yes, Luna. How would you like us to start?”
“Start by organizing all of that. Floor plans, decor, food, and invitations. Get the vendors in order, and I’ll leave that your responsibility, Beta Ellen.”
