Chapter 13
SERAFINA
The room was dimly lit, the single lamp on the bedside table casting a soft glow over the walls. I stood in front of the cracked mirror, my dress already discarded, and and my running loosely around my hips.
I stared at the mirror reflecting my back, my skin still tingling from the dress I had worn earlier, the tight fabric having dug into me in all the wrong places. The faint red lines it left behind traced across my sides and shoulders, like an unkind reminder of the recent events. I ran my fingers over them, wincing slightly at how sensitive the marks felt.
"Goddess," I muttered to myself, shaking my head. "I'm never wearing that thing again."
Like I had a say in this place, who am I kidding? Angela would surely bring something crazy tomorrow. I just have to pr
