Dawn’s POV
The Moon Ball had finally arrived. Before sunrise, Maggie’s loud voice filled the entire Omega quarters, calling everyone to wake up. “Get up! Everyone up now! We have a full day ahead of us,” she shouted from the hallway.
Groans and muffled complaints echoed from every room, but no one dared to ignore her. I rubbed my eyes and sat up quickly, already hearing the clatter of dishes and running footsteps outside.
By six in the morning, the kitchen was alive. Sarah, Tate, and the rest of us were rushing from one side to another. Pans were heating, bread was baking, and the air was thick with the smell of butter and roasted herbs. Maggie stood in the center of the chaos, giving orders without taking a breath.
“Dawn, check the stew!” she called. “Sarah, the fruit trays need refi
