Chapter 11
SERAFINA.
My back itched uncontrollably, like a thousand tiny needles crawling under my skin, but I fought the urge to rub against anything that might give me relief. No. Not when Beverly had practically poured me into this ridiculously tight dress. The seams were probably praying to the gods of fabric to hold on for dear life.
"It suits you, Miss Serafina," Beverly said, her grin sweet but the least of things I wished to admire."I must say, you look most ravishing."
Ravishing. No, better still ravaging. A ravaging mad woman trying to get relief.
"Thanks," I muttered, shifting uncomfortably and twisting my back like I was trying to moonwalk out of my skin. Anything to make the itch bearable. My fingers twitched, desperate to claw at it.
"Are you alright?" she asked, tiltin
