Yaroslava's POV
“Glenna, this is Yaroslava,” Jan tightened his grip on my waist.
The woman wore a long emerald green dress that covered her shoulders and neck. Brown eyes against white, perfectly smooth skin, despite her obvious age well into her fifties, looked studied and interested. Now that she was so close, the resemblance to Davina was striking.
I wish I hadn't passed out now!
“Good afternoon,” Glenna smiled broadly and somehow kindly. “Congratulations to both of you. The ceremony was
