CHAPTER 38
TRACY
Tammy and her planners had outdone themselves. Tracy had just witnessed the most beautiful wedding ever. Tammy chose to have her wedding on the pool deck, with the beach serving as the most breathtaking backdrop.
Tracy took a sip from the glass of cider that Francis handed her and watched her friends enjoy the festivities. Everyone was sipping some sort of libation while basking in the warm sun. Tammy’s favorite flower adorned almost every area of the deck; even floating in the pool.
“I need the wedding party for pictures,” Harley, the other wedding coordinator, announced.
Tracy took a sip and placed the glass on a table. “That’s us, best man,” Tracy said, turning to Francis.
“Si, andiamo.”
Francis placed his hand on the small of Tracy’s back and leaned to kiss the side of her face.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look, cara?”
Tracy smiled. He’d told her at least ten times already.
“I don't know. I can't remember. Tell me again.”
“You look amazingly beautiful, donna.”
“Thank you. But it’s you. You make me look good,” Tracy countered.
And she wasn't lying. When she stepped out of the bedroom of their suite, Francis was standing by the bar. His tall, thick frame underneath his tuxedo made her want to touch him. He was looking handsome and powerful, sipping from his glass. His five o'clock shadow was neatly trimmed, and his dark gaze caused her to swoon. Francis was mesmerizing; hard, sexy, sweet, and sensual at the same damn time. Tracy could never tire of looking at the man.
“Come,” Francis prompted, leading her toward the photographer.
Tracy had to admit; she was no fan of the color yellow. But the canary colored island-like gowns that Tammy had chosen were beautiful against the deep blue sea. Romance and allure were Annabella’s distinct style of design, and she had shown it in every gown.
Francis escorted Tracy to the bridal side of the photo and planted a swift kiss on her lips before going to the groom’s side of the photo. Tracy could seriously feel a loss every time they were separated. She looked over at her man and his family. The Storm and Savelli men were out of this world—tall, strong, rich, and fine as fuck. She laughed on the inside at the thoughts swimming around in her mind. She could easily picture a slew of thirsty women parachuting from planes, landing on the island, and chasing the sexy white men down the beach.
“Girl, what’s going on in your head?” Victoria asked, nudging Tracy.
“Nothing,” Tracy chuckled. “I was just thinking about the chicks that would take us out to get at our men. Girl, look at them. Ummm…ummm…ummm.”
Victoria smacked her lips and glared at Tracy. “I wish a bitch would,” she quipped.
“Girl, these hoes ain’t scared of you,” Tracy snickered. “Katlin was goin’ for your man. Now, Natasha, she might have these chicks a little spooked.”
“Tracy, don't go there. You know I will chew them rats. They can't have mine.”
“I know that’s right,” Tracy laughed.
Tammy walked over and nudged Victoria.
“Look at yo’ baby,” she giggled, pointing at Jasmine.
Tracy and Victoria looked over at Jasmine. She was no doubt a supermodel, strutting and posing like a professional for the photographer in her canary tutu gown. And he was eating it up. The beautiful, charismatic little girl had the photographer’s undivided attention.
“Jack!” Victoria shouted down the line. “Go get my baby,” she demanded once she got his attention.
Jack followed her line of sight and hurried to scoop their little girl, giving the photographer a look meant to warn. Tracy laughed out loud. Neither Jack nor Victoria played games when it came to their babies.
After a tiresome forty-five minutes of taking pictures, Tracy was hungry. Thankfully, the coordinators were ushering everyone into the ballroom. She didn't have to be told twice. It was no secret that her appetite had picked up. But when she entered the ballroom, hand in hand with Francis’ mom, her appetite was the last thing on her mind. Everyone that entered gasped, and she understood why. The sight before her had taken her breath away. Tracy had never seen a more beautiful room. From the lighting, the crystals, the lilies, and the orchids, everything was perfect. The decor was nothing short of mind-blowing.
“Bellissimo,” Rosa breathed.
