Davina's POV
The second I walked through the front door, the chaos slammed into me.
I barely managed to push it shut before my sisters swooped down like vultures circling fresh roadkill.
"Look who finally showed up," Dotty snapped from the hallway, positioned like she'd been lurking there for hours. Her arms were folded tight, eyes burning with fury. "Davina fucking Hughes."
I blinked hard, my head still foggy from the emotional hurricane of last night.
Irvin's warmth still wrapped around my skin like silk, his scent woven through my hair like a secret.
My thoughts were lost somewhere else entirely—until this moment.
I moved forward a step.
Dotty didn't pause for breath. "What the hell, Davina? You're screwing around with Irvin Jenkin and couldn't bother telling us?"
I let out a heavy breath, closing the door softly behind me.
Calista perched on the couch's armrest, wearing a sly grin, clearly loving every second of this drama.
