The Defiant Omega
do. Molly got up and dressed and quickly hurried down to the kitchen where Elizabeth and Diane were already hard at work preparing the food for the special occasion. Molly knew she wo
heart skipped a beat as Zelda appeared, her presence demanding respect and obedience. "You are late!" Zelda boomed, her sharp gaze penetrating Molly's trembling form. The young omega lowered her eyes, bracing herself for the verbal lashing she knew was to come. "I apologize, Madam Zelda. How may I be of service this morning?" Molly managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She quickly tied her apron, her hands trembling with nerves, as she awaited Zelda's orders. A sly grin curled Zelda's lips, relishing the chance to assert her dominance. "Since you're so capable of tardiness, you can start by scrubbing these pots and pans until they gleam. And don't even think about taking a break until they're spotless." Molly's heart sank, her fatigue settling even deeper into her bones. The workload seemed insurmountable, but she knew better than to protest or question Zelda's authority. With a nod, she stepped forward and began her arduous task, the sound of clanging metal filling the air. As Molly immersed herself in her duties, her mind couldn't help but wander to how different her life would be if she had not been orphaned. "Madam, the pots are now done, what would you like me to do next?" Molly address Zelda politely. Zelda sighed, the harshness in her tone softening slightly. "Very well, Molly. You can start by setting up the tables in the ballroom. Make sure the silverware is polished and placed correctly. The tables should be arranged according to the seating plan I gave you last night." Molly silently acknowledged Zelda's command and immediately set off to fulfill her duties. She navigated through the bustling kitchen, occasionally catching glimpses of the luxurious dishes being prepared by Elizabeth and Diane. The aroma of freshly baked pastries and simmering stews filled the air, reminding her of the grandeur of the annual ball. With diligence and precision, Molly began arranging the tables as in