Davina's POV

I turned around and caught Carlotta by the open French doors. She had changed into a gorgeous suit made of thick, buttery-white silk. The jacket was fashionably oversized and tailored at the arms to look as though they’d been cuffed in. Beneath the blazer was a strappy red blouse and black, open-toed pumps. Her blonde hair was tied tight at the back of her head and clipped in place with thin hair clips studded with pinhead crystals.

She looked impeccable. There wasn’t a hair ...