Angelo quietly walked behind Caspian and Silvia, he wouldn't have come to this conclusion at any other time, but he couldn't help but think that they were a little bit alike.
Omegas were usually easy to spot a mile away, but Caspian was the epitome of one. His beauty was delicate and frail, it made others want to protect him, but even with all that, it was clear that he was the one running the mansion.
He lingered at the door to the kitchen, overwhelmed by the number of people in the large kitchen.
A stern-faced middle-aged woman walked up to them, she was in an apron and smelled of spices. "Is something the matter, Missus?"
"Could you help me pack up some pies and desserts for Angelo?" Caspian requested, not noticing the way he was addressed, completely used to it.
His guests were not as accustomed to it, however, having a difficult time keeping their reactions off their faces.
