CHESTER
Standing on my balcony, I stare quietly at the frenzy unfolding in the mansion.
The servants are running around making paradise out of the garden in the main yard. A lot of prominent chefs from every inch of the world just arrived and are being escorted to their quarters.
I have the best designers in the world, combing each corner of the Packhouse, putting up exquisite decors, and deciding what theme will be best for the Party.
The Pack women have all flooded in with whatever little assistance they have. Their presence stirred up a lot of buzz and merriment and it isn't even the big day yet.
There's a lot of frenzy going on down there and the longer I stare at them, the dizzier I get.
With a sullen sigh, I look away, sitting on the rails and folding my arms. It's been this
