Artemisia
“Hello, Missy.”
Two young Omegas are smiling happily at me as I open the door. They are standing in front of my quarters with an army of trolleys.
“Oh, hey girls. What are you bringing me?”
They giggle as they answer, speaking in unison once again. “Dinner!”
They push the trolleys through my rooms and out onto the balcony. I actually love this idea as the temperatures are still warm, and the summer night with its sounds and its atmosphere is quite romantic.
I watch them arrange everything on a table they set on the terrace, and scoff as they keep me from helping.
Finishing by putting a small vase with a rose onto the table, they both do a small curtsy before scurrying outside and closing the door behind them. “We will call for the Gamma right away, Missy. Enjoy your
