Davina's POV

It had been twenty-four hours since I left my room.

I’d spent most of it sleeping or reading the kind of gritty thrillers Carlotta would’ve deemed “disturbing.”

She didn’t even like movies with too much gore.

Which made it all the more darkly ironic that she was marrying a man like Diego.

So when the door finally opened, I wasn’t surprised to see Elena instead of her charmingly sadistic brother.

“Tell me, Elena: do you ever resent having to follow your brother’s ...