Everyone just stares at me in pin drop silence.
"This is bad!" my good angle whispered frantically.
"Oh no! This is going to be fun," my bad angle angle chuckles sinisterly.
I take a long swing of the champagne and then put the bottle on the table.
"Alright," my voice slurrs a bit. "What the hell is happening?"
Finally, Alpha Sean steps forward. His hands are closed into fists and his face is tomato red, two horns sprout on his head. I knew he was a Satan.
"What are you doing here?" he strides towards me like a mad bull. "Omegas weren't allowed!"
The word Omega floats out of his mouth and towards the crowd, whispers and gasp follow.
"Don't worry, I'm going..." I wave dismissively. "It was a waste of time anyways."
"Is that... Oh my moon! That's my dress!" Daisy says, eyes narrowed
