Davina's POV

I barely recognized the woman in the mirror.

Blinking slowly, I fingered the wispy material of my figure-hugging gown. The pink pearlescent fabric was complemented by the plethora of little Swarovski crystals woven into the neckline, bodice, and skirt. I’d kept my hair down and my makeup minimal, but I still looked like I was trying to be someone else.

Someone like my sister.

The door opened and Ravi ran in. The moment he saw me, he came to a grinding halt. “Wow, Mommy!” he ...