SERAPHINA’S POV

I cough just as Juliet, who's been my makeover maestro for the evening, dabs into her eyeshadow palette to add another layer onto my lids.

"Sera, you'll smudge it if you keep squirming like that," she warns.

"Is all this really necessary?" I ask, a touch of exasperation in my voice.

Two hours of skincare treatments, an hour for hair, and now we're thirty minutes deep into the makeup phase.

I’m in Alice and Juliet’s room, and my face feels as though it's laminated with ...