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The ballroom in the packhouse is jam packed.
I'm doing a walk through to check preparations. There are boxes everywhere. Ladders are up. Cleaning buckets, tool sets and countless decorations are scattered around.
The staff is working their asses off. Definitely gonna get a bonus for this.
I'm just thankful I didn't have to do any of the planning. I smile to myself. It would've been a nightmare and an absolute mess.
This would normally be the job of my Luna except... I shake myself from the thought that continually haunts me.
At least Mom is here to supervise, I think as I catch a glimpse of her flaxen locks. Knowing her, she's going to have everything done perfectly. She turns into a drill sergeant when it comes to stuff like this.
I watch as she attempts to teach th
