Emerald

Emerald

The stress level around here has been through the roof. I know Nalena, and I are stressed about running our new shop, but everyone else is about ready to explode. I made a comment to Persephone yesterday that everyone is biting each other’s heads off from all the stress. She said she would take care of it. Devon and Nate have been walking, well more like stomping, around the packhouse for the last two weeks. I can tell they are stressed out, and so can everyone else. I thought they were going to take Tyler’s head off the other day. Hell, they even snapped at Mykenzie and Kylani the other day. I really don’t think they realized who they were snapping at until they growled back at the boys. That snapped them out of their irritated haze quickly, and they apologized even more quicker.

“Kitten where are you?” I heard Devon yell.

“I the bathroom. I’ll be out in a minute.” I yelled back.

I smiled as I slipped on the sheer babydoll and matching g-string. I have every i