Monica's POV
Every omega is in the alpha building preparing for the ball while the event planners are decorating the hall. I'm in the dressing room supervising the fashion designer as she picks a dress for each of the girls. The make-up was classic and their hair was already done. It wasn't easy since there was a total of a hundred of them but they're so obedient.
" Luna, this will look good on you" Joanna the fashion designer says holding a silver silk long dress with a slit and I narrow my eyes at her. As much as I love the dress , I wouldn't want to give Callan any ideas to grope me again. He has made his choice and so have I.
" This isn't about me. Get the girls ready and I want them to pick their dresses by themselves. Got it?" She bears her neck in submission and I scoff feeling
