Madeline’s pov
“We have much to do before the ceremony. I want none of you slacking,” Gwen announced as her eyes shifted from one omega to the next.
“Everything has to be perfect,” She went on but I barely heard her as I kept on replaying my brief meeting with Joselyn in my head.
I was proud of myself. I had managed to resist the urge to strangle her right there.
“Madeline?” I heard someone call out to me and my attention snapped to Gwen.
“No daydreaming during working hours.” She glared at me and I stared at her apologetically.
“You’ll be cleaning the eastwing. I want it sparkling and ready by the end of the day.” She told me and I nodded while she moved on to the next omega.
When all our work was allotted to us, we filed out of the kitchen.
This was good, this was really good. Fo
