Chapter 169
The head maid got herself hammered with that bottle of wine and fell asleep in the lounge.
When she woke up, it was already 6 o’clock the next morning.
“Jesus Christ!”
She jumped up and sprunt into the kitchen crying, “Fuck we don’t have much time left! How is the
cakeing along-”
The wedding cake was already finished.
When she came dashing in, J was just adding one finishing touch–cing the couple’s figurine
on the topyer.
The wedding cake stood 10yers high, covered in buttercream pink frosting, and decorated with
ribbons, red roses, and white lilies.
It was made to perfection.
The head maid could already imagine the guests staring at this piece of work in awe. “Holy…Did
you make this all by yourself?” she gasped.
J nodded, dusting some flour off her apron, “Yeah, what do you think?”
“It is…absolutely perfect.”
The head maid walked around the cake, admiring it from all directions. She couldn’t find anywhere
that needed refinement.
“Great work, J. Really, fabulous work!” she said, “I will be sure to mention your name to the
masters when they ask about this cake-”
J waved her hands hastily, “No, no please don’t. This is all you. I just offered a little help.”
The head maid smiled to J with gratitude in her eyes.
She thought J didn’t want to steal her thunder.
But what she didn’t know was that there were a dozen photos hidden in the hollow
core.
Like a time bomb, waiting to be ignited.
On the day of the wedding, the head maid made everyone get up and go to work before the sun
came up.
The stove was on since 4:30 and the heat made everyone sweat like hell.
None of them had time to stop and take a break. They had to take turns grabbing a quick bite for
their lunch or they wouldn’t be able to get their work done before the dinner party.
J overheard a couple of maidsining about the workloads.
“I am so done with our job!”
One maid growled, chopping the vegetables.
One maid growled, chopping the vegetables.
“Us kitchen maids are forced to stay down here, by the oven and stove, and get all the heavy works
done! While those sluts upstairs get to attend the ceremony a parties with the masters. It is so not
fair!”
“I know!” the other maid snapped while squeezing a lemonade, “That tramp Gill kept texting me
photos of the morning reception and all those gorgeous male guests. Oh, have you seen the
queen’s wedding gown?”
“No. Have you?”
“Me neither! Because we are stuck here! But that tramp Gill has. She said the wedding gown was
absolutely stunning. The Queen looks like a real goddess in it…”
J smiled icily listening to their conversation.
This must be the day that Harper dreamed about since she was born.
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The wedding of the century, powerful mate, expensive wedding gown, fancy parties, and herself
surrounded by guests under the spotlight…
Too bad that this beautiful dream would notst.
It would be ruined the moment Harper cut that wedding cake.
The wedding ceremony was held at the church.
After the ceremony, the King and Queen and all the guests would return to the pce for the dinner
party.
At around 6 o’clock in the afternoon, a servant came down to the kitchen saying that
they needed a couple more maids to help out at the dinner party.
This was the chance to attend a fancy party.
All maids shot their hands up in the air, volunteering for this dream job.
Yet the head maid pointed at J specifically, “J, you go.”
The others were rankled.
“Why does she get to go?” one maid cried, “She is the new one!”
“Because she hustles and got all her work done!” the head maid roared back, “Anyone who has a
problem with this can go scrub the toilet tomorrow!”
J loosened her apron and left the kitchen with the servant.
The servant brought her to the Grand Ballroom, where the dinner party was held.
The ballroom had been transformed into a fairnd.
The arched high ceiling was adorned with intricate moldings, ribbons, and sparkling chandeliers.
The walls were lined with golden wallpaper andrge windows draped in luxurious curtains.
The tables were set with fine china and crystal, and the smell of gourmet cuisine wafted through the
air.
Most guests were already in the ballroom, gathered in small groups, chatting. The room was filled
with the soft hum of conversation and the asional bust ofughter.
the wealthiest one percent in his kingdom to this narty.
Everyone was dressed in fine evening wear, with women in flowing gowns and men in sharp
tuxedos.
They all looked so noble and elegant.
“Keep your head down! Don’t look at the masters.”
The servant hissed at J as they crossed the room staying close to the wall.
“You can’t afford to offend any one of these people,” he warned.
J rolled her eyes internally.
The servant ced her behind the bar and asked her to help serve drinks.
A few guests immediately came forward and ced their orders.
J took their orders and looked around the ballroom.
She didn’t see anyone she knew.
No sight of Daran, Morgana, Kass, or Westin.
Lance and Harper hadn’t arrived either.
“Two sses of champagne,” said a haughty voice behind her back.
J turned around.
Her eyes widened with shock when she saw the person who just spoke.
It was Paul!
Standing next to him was his wife, Harper’s mother, Hellen.
Looked like Harper still managed to get her parents across the border and bring them to the
wedding.
An astonished look appeared on the couple’s faces when they saw J.
After a short pause, Paul burst outughing, “Oh my god, look who it is! Working behind the counter
as a maid! What happened, J? Did your Alpha throw you out of the army forcing you to get a
job elsewhere?”
Hellen giggled, “Thest time we saw you, you seemed very hoity toity with Alpha Daran and Alpha
Casper behind your back. Did they abandon you? Lost interested in your sluttiness?”
J let out a cold snort.
She pretended that she hadn’t heard their sarcasm and poured them two sses of champagne as
they asked..
“Here is your order,” she said coolly.
Paul mmed his hand against the counter and snapped, “Watch your goodman attitude! You are a
fucking maid now. And my dear daughter is the queen! We can tramp you like a fucking ant now-”
“Your dear daughter?” J chuckled icily, “You mean the same daughter that you turned your
backs on when she was brought to trial in Riverside Pack?”
She despised these two.
When Harper was charged with crimes, they threw Harper under the bus without hesitation to save
their own asses.
Yet now they came crawling back to their discarded daughter as soon as she became the queen.
What a hypocrite.
Hellen’s cheeks seemed to be on fire.
“Harper has already forgiven us! Or she wouldn’t invite us to her wedding!” she cried, “I think that
you are just jealous! Isn’t it right Paul?”
“Yes! Jealous!” Paul nodded hastily, “Harper has the world’s most powerful man as her husband
and mate now. And you? You fucking have nothing! You should get on your knees and beg for our
mercy now!”
These two were impossible to talk to.
J rolled her eyes and decided not to waste her time on them, “Now if you don’t mind, there are
other guests waiting in line to get their drinks.”
Her attitude enraged the Diaz couple.
“There is a hair in my champagne!” Paul said sharply.
“Where? I don’t see it.”
“Are you saying that I am fucking blind?”
J took in a deep breath, fighting down her anger.
She emptied the champagne and poured them another two sses.
“Now. Happy?” she asked icily.
Hellen felt the ss and cried, “The wine is warm! Do you know how to do your job or not? I am
reporting you to your supervisor!”
They just wouldn’t leave her alone.
J clenched her teeth.
She suddenly grabbed a bottle of bourbon and poured the whole entire bottle onto Hellen’s
handbag!
“What the fuck are you doing!” Paul snarled.
“My handbag!” Hellen let out an ear–splitting sharp cry, “This is a limited edition, worth more than a
million! You can’t afford it in a lifetime you cunt-
J reached out a hand, grabbed Hellen’s cor, and dragged half of her body over the counter.
“Fake,” she hissed into Hellen’s ear.
Hellen froze at once.
“The hardware looks cheap, the material feels flimsy, the stitching is off. Even the logo isn’t in the
right font.”
J let out a coldugh.
“I have an entire closet full of handbags in the same brand. I can tell the difference.”
Hellen blushed furiously, breathing heavily.
“Do you want me to scream it out loud? Let the other guests know?” J chuckled
darkly, “They will definitely be interested to near that the Queen’s mother is wearing fake.”