Calliope's POV
The two days leading up to the party were busier than I have ever been. We all worked overtime to get every detail of the party and food right. I have never peeled so many vegetables in my life. My hands ached from all of the chopping, slicing, and dicing I had to do. My body ached from all of the running. But it kept my mind off of Harley. I didn't see him at all, luckily. Unfortunately, I had little time to talk to my friends also. The night of the party came, and we were all dressed up in black slacks and white button shirts with black vests. My curly hair was up in a tight ponytail with a few strands hanging down. I was serving beverages to the King and Queen's guests. There were so many people in the grand ballroom. I had little time to admire it.
My job
