Preparations began the next morning, and it was chaos.

Celeste had barely opened her eyes when Beta Lisa barged into her bedroom waving a clipboard like it was a sacred artifact.

“Do you want gold-accented floral centerpieces or moonstone-infused wildflower rings for the tables?”

Celeste blinked. “I want coffee.”

Lisa ignored her. “And we have to discuss seating. Do we risk putting the grumpy Shadow Fang warriors next to the gossip-happy Silver Moon Aunties?”

“I said ...