Third Person's POV
As guests departed from the Blackthorn Pack territory, the lively atmosphere gradually faded.
The omega servants promptly began cleaning up. Adelaide escorted Priscilla back to her room.
Priscilla, in high spirits from the celebration, had indulged a bit too much in wine, leaving her gait unsteady. She called out to Morgana, "Brew me a pot of coffee."
Morgana responded, "As you wish, Priscilla."
Once Morgana left, Adelaide massaged Priscilla's forehead. "Still feeling dizzy?" she asked.
Priscilla, eyes closed, smiled and said, "I'm just too delighted. Today's banquet was flawless. Adelaide, how did you manage everything so perfectly? Such a grand affair, and you handled it all without any fuss."
Adelaide's lips twitched—had Priscilla sought her advice, the outcome
