Emma
“Oh, girls, come on in,” Aunty Artemisia says, being in a good mood as we walk into one of the sitting rooms on the ground floor. “That will be alright, Fiona, thank you.”
The Omega who was just kneeling down between colorful fabrics stands up, bows, and leaves the room with her following.
We do small curtsies as we smile brightly, “Luna.”
“What is this? The royal court?” Beta Ramona mocks, getting us to laugh.
Ramona opens her arms to get her daughter to sit next to her on the small couch while I remain standing.
“Didn’t you bring us any cake?” Aunt Artemisia pouts as she lets her finger run along a fabric she is holding in her hands.
“I’ll think of it next time, Aunty Artemisia,” I answer with a smile, sitting down cross-legged.
“Have you learned nothing about people
