~CELINE’S POV~
The kitchen was chaos.
Pots clanged. Footsteps pounded against the tile. Orders were barked across the room, sharp and urgent. The air was thick with heat and stress, and everyone scrambling to prepare for Hunter’s guests.
I moved quickly, arms full of fresh linens, weaving through the frenzy. My back ached. My legs burned. But stopping wasn’t an option.
Hunter had made it clear—tonight had to be perfect.
I dropped the linens onto the counter and wiped the sweat from my forehead, barely catching my breath before—
"Celine!"
I knew that voice.
I closed my eyes for a second before turning.
Bianca stood with her arms crossed, a smug tilt to her lips. Two other maids hovered behind her, hanging onto her every word like she was the queen of this damn castle.
