"You must be..." Desmond paused, acting like he wanted to know my name.

I froze to my ground, unable to speak. Shivers kept coming, seeing his stare piercing me. Talk, Seraphina! Talk!

"I—"

"Her name is Seraphina, one of my seamstresses. She will be the one taking your measurement, Lord Verlice," Madam Ibanez answered.

I inhaled almost sharply when I heard Madam Ibanez say Lord Verlice. I almost pinched myself for failing to hear the surname, Verlice. How could I ignore it at all times?

Verlice surname was only owned by Desmond himself. The devil in disguise!

"I see. Seraphina, it is..." I snapped back, feeling my heart was about...