Seerat
The knock on the door startled me.
A safety pin pricked my fingertip, and I sucked the blood between my lips, rising up from my sewing corner by the window. Yeah, I was the girl who packed a mini sewing machine to a trip around the world. I always made myself dresses, because buying the kind I loved would cost a small fortune. A boutique owner near my shared home with Natasha , was kind enough to give me leftover fabric every time she worked on a piece. And she always had leftovers, which meant I always walked around looking like I was ready for a Victorian ball.
I opened the door expecting to see Barry. Whenever Barry had to leave the hotel room he shared with Asher, he would either call me or show up at my room while Alfred or Luke babysat the rock star, silently watching me pu
