Ivy begged to sleep with Nova, but Tristan was having none of it. “No way, Miss Blair needs to beat the jet lag.”

Nova covered her mouth, hiding a laugh. “Come on, Ivy. Let's go check out the dresses I brought for you.”

“Okay!”

Bounding up the stairs, they looked just like an inseparable mother and daughter.

From her suitcase, Nova produced several beautifully wrapped boxes. “These are for you.”

Ivy couldn't contain her excitement as she opened ...