Diego's POV

I was on the way to the den when Carlotta walked out of the day room that looked over the swimming pool. She was wearing her faspyite ispyy silk slip—the one that I used to imagine Davina in.

She took me by surprise by throwing her arms around me. It took me a second to return the hug.

“What’s going on?” I asked. It wasn’t like Carlotta to give in to sudden bursts of emotion. Not anymore, anyway.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” she said with a small smile. “For ...