Elena’s POV“Elena! Elena! Goddess, where are you, you useless Omega?!” Fiona shrieked.I dragged myself towards her, tiredly replying, “Yes, my Lady?”“Finally! There you are!” She huffed. “This is not the time for you to slack off! My wedding is tomorrow!” she stressed. “Go get the last decorations. Bring them to the Grand Hall.”“Yes, my Lady,” I repeated automatically, almost robotically.For these days, I had pretty much become Fiona’s shadow. I barely got to spend time with Judy or my mother, as I had to follow the princess around everywhere. She constantly ordered me around, whether it was assisting the other servants or acting as her personal maid by bringing her food and whatever else she needed.At this point, I was starting to doubt if I could make it to tomorrow.As soon as I returned with the last, heaviest box of decorations, Fiona started barking in my ear again. “Elena! Where’s the guest list?”“I don’t know, my Lady,” I confessed exhaustedly.Her face turned red with
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