"Everything must be perfect. I don’t want anything out of place—put that on the table," Bianca instructed the maids sharply as they moved around, busy with preparations.
"Don’t you think you should take a break? Rebekah is the head maid—she can handle the rest," came a calm voice from behind.
She turned to see Mark standing at the doorway, arms folded across his chest.
"You said the Alpha and Luna of the Wrath Pack are attending," Bianca reminded him, her tone urgent. "We have to impress them. Everything must look perfect—we can't afford to seem weak."
Mark gave a slow nod. "Very well. The guests are arriving and being shown to their rooms. Take your time."
Bianca smiled, satisfied.
Guests continued to arrive one after another, each escorted with proper formality. Then, a sleek convo
