#Chapter 117: The List

Ava I sighed as I scanned the list of tasks the lead decorator had given me, my heart sinking a little more with each item. Picking up the floral centerpieces, setting up the photography backdrop, ensuring the refreshment tables were properly stocked—it was all just a harsh reminder of the reality I was desperately trying to avoid. The ball was almost here. And Chris would find a new Luna. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to focus on the first task: picking up the flower order from the village florist. A simple enough task, one that would at least get me out of the oppressive atmosphere of the Packhouse for a little while. “Leonard,” I called out, spotting the Beta from across the courtyard, “would you mind accompanying me to the florist?” Leonard nodded and strode over to me in a few quick strides of those long legs of his. “Of course, Ava,” he said. Truthfully, I just needed the company. But as we made our way through the village, our light convers