NEIL’S POV
The mansion was a buzz again the next morning and everyone seemed to be rushing somewhere. I went downstairs and prepared myself some breakfast, it seemed the Omegas and the chefs also had a lot in their hands because they were also not here. I was always the last to know about anything that happened in my father's mansion and my father often said I always had my head buried in the clouds because of that. Chris came running to me as I sat down to eat, and it felt like a repeat of the previous night when he came to tell me my father asked him to spy on me.
“Why are you so breathless, again? Are you going to make this a thing?” I asked him referring to last night when he burst into my room breathless as he was right now.
“You don't know?” he asked with a raised eyebrow as if I
