Amelia’s POV
I saw Damien walking off to greet the guests. More and more were arriving all the time. Before the place became too crowded, there was something that I had been meaning to do.
Something I had wanted to so for weeks now, since we had started planning this event.
Excusing myself from my parents, leaving the kids in their care, I walked straight across the ballroom to where the group of pack wives were congregating. They were supposed to have helped me with planning this event, being my eyes and ears as I was stuck at home.
Instead, they had totally commandeered everything. The colors were not what I had chosen and directed them to use, nor were the flowers, the layout, the band, or even the food! They had changed everything with no consideration for my selections. They had t
