Davina's POV
All night long, I'd been searching the glittering crowd, my gaze darting between clusters of sparkling strangers, hoping desperately to spot her. But she was nowhere to be found. No glimpse of my sister's signature curly ponytail.
"Where the hell is Calista," I muttered under my breath, tugging at the thin strap of my dress. My heels were cutting into my ankles, and the weight of this whole evening...
It didn't make sense. Someone who'd been obsessing over this unicorn party for months just vanishing? Something felt off. Really off. Had Calista actually lied about getting invited?
No way. That was impossible.
"You look beat," Irvin murmured, materializing beside me the way he always did—right when I needed him most. "We don't have to stick around till the bitter end, or hit the after-party."
I flashed him a weary smile. "I'm so ready to bail," I confessed, massaging the tension at the base of my neck.
"What about you?" I asked, angling my head to catch his eyes.
