Davina's POV

“Come on, Davina,” I told myself under my breath. “Don’t be a wuss.”

I repeated the mantra silently as I swallowed and went to meet my sister under the shadow of the weeping willow tree.

Carlotta stood in the pool of shade, watching me approach. She kept her hands clasped in front of her, unmoving.

The old Carlotta would have run to me with open arms.

But this Carlotta seemed more reserved, more composed. Far too cultured and elegant to be caught running across the ...