Summary:

The resemblance hit Yuna like a punch to the gut. The same honey-colored curls, though hers were styled in a gorgeous twist at the back of her head. If Yuna could see past all of the times Ilya’s nose had been broken and re-healed, she imagined it would look something like the woman’s in front of her. And those eyes - a mix of hazel and gold with tiny flecks of green if you looked close enough. Ilya must have gotten his strong jaw from his father, because this woman’s features were narrow and sharp. Stunning.

When she smiled, it looked so like Ilya’s that Yuna could have cried.

“Irina,” she said.

“Yuna,” Irina said, bowing her head politely.

OR

Ilya wishes on a star. The universe helps it come true.