Theressa’s POV
We are T-minus one day to the wedding of the century and I am running around here like Nonna’s personal slave. If Nonna wasn’t Nonna, she could have been a Luna. She’s got the voice for it and raises a certain degree of fear when you put the flowers slightly off-center and she’s screaming, “It’s called a centrepiece for a reason, Cucciola!” She’s got an army of Omega house staff running around, but the only wolf she’s yelling at is me! Seriously, how fair is that? Oh well, it’s to benefit the Queen so I have to pull up my big girl panties and suck it up, buttercup.
Unless, maybe…. ‘Stav, bring Caly down here to tell Nonna to chill.’
‘No. I’m putting Caly to bed soon.’
‘Oh, Hell Nah! Don’t think you can hide the fact you putting her to bed is actually banging her and maki
