Dark & Stormy
October 2020 Best Bead Box
It was a dark and stormy night. A flash of lightning sizzled across the sky, illuminating the ghostly white beading mat sitting on her lap. She had just a few stitches to go, and her masterpiece would be complete. A low, throaty chuckle bubbled from her chest. She could not wait to show off her wickedly dark design glowing against the hollow of her throat. The Monster’s Ball awaited her arrival.