Approximately fifteen minutes later and in her own bedroom, Sakura found herself being inspected by Beth’s critical eyes. Mary and Katherine, on the other hand, left once again after informing her they had to help Brenda prepare dinner since Sakura had stolen Beth away from the kitchen. Sakura chuckled and said loudly before they closed the door, “Not my fault. Yours, Mary, yours!”
“Stop talking, missy,” Beth muttered under her breath. “And stay still.”
Sakura hid a smile as Beth pinched the silk material out from the side of her waist.
“What did I tell you?” She went on. “You never eat right. What with you missing lunch here and there. Now you’ve lost weight and who’s to blame but yourself?”
“I didn’t think I’d missed that many lunches,” Sakura murmured.
Beth stood straig
