Davina's POV

“Carlotta.”

She didn’t answer.

There was a chill out in the garden. The bent cherry blossom tree offered its tissue-paper pink flowers in our direction, but the romance of the scene was lost on me. I had too many questions to ooh and ahh over the foliage.

“Carlotta.”

My sister cast a glance toward the glass doors. Nathan had excused himself a second ago to use the bathroom, so the coast was clear, but she was obviously nervous. Her eyes kept darting to the foyer like she ...