Ollie’s POV
The next day after school, while visiting the venue where the ceremony is to take place, I carry a clipboard and take time inspecting each aspect. The entire large room is bustling with people working hard.
Builders are crafting the stage in the front of the space, while volunteers are helping to arrange the many chairs into long rows facing the stage. Some are up on ladders, hanging ribbons and fabrics that are dotted in the pack’s crest.
Everything seems to be in order today, progress is good. There’s only one lingering problem that I can see, and that is in the form of Sylvia beside me. Per Diana’s direction, she’s shadowing me today, presumably to get a better idea of what kind of flowers should go with the decorations already in place.
Instead, she has requested chan
