Davina's POV

I left Dad’s room, hoping to find some refuge in mine. But I was only halfway down the corridor when Carlotta turned the corner. She’d changed outfits again, and now she was wearing a strapless fuchsia corset with a white A-line skirt that revealed the outline of her slim legs.

“You look amazing,” I mumbled robotically.

She waved away the compliment like a woman who got far too many of them to truly be flattered by one. “I’m glad I ran into you. I’ve just received ...