#Chapter 26: Calculated Humiliation

"The ceiling installation needs to be raised another foot," I explained to the decorating committee. "The taller guests will be at risk of hitting the lower elements otherwise." Five committee members nodded, making notes as I walked them through the adjustments to the Gala design. We stood in the center of the great hall, surrounded by half-installed decorations and workers on ladders. "And the lighting cues need to be synchronized with the music changes," I continued, checking items off my list. "The amber wash should transition to blue exactly as the second musical set begins." Mrs. Hartley, the committee chairwoman, smiled approvingly. "Luna, your attention to detail is remarkable. The Alpha's father will be proud of how you're handling your first major event." "Thank you," I said softly. "I hope to bring pride to the whole pack with an exceptional—" The double doors at the end of the hall swung open with unnecessary force. Raymond strode in, Giana clinging to his arm lik