Emily's POV
If there was one thing I had learned in the past few weeks, it was that wedding planning was a special kind of torture.
Mary, the wedding planner, had turned my life into a whirlwind of decisions, each one more trivial than the last. And yet, here I was, standing in the middle of the pack house's grand hall, surrounded by twenty different cakes, each one more expensive than the last. The scent of sugar and buttercream filled the air, but instead of feeling excited, I felt like I was drowning.
Not only did I get interrupted by Alpha Elijah in the midst of having a good time with Julian, Mary called just as we were getting back in the zone for some quick decision making.
I begged Julian to help me out but at the end of the day, I knew the Omegas were just as much as a prior
