“Whatever,” Tammy huffed, rolling her eyes.
“Ladies, we’re here!” Amy shouted as she walked through the front door. “The party can start now.”
Amy and Mia entered the living room. Both were dressed to kill. Amy was carrying two bottles of champagne.
Amy danced toward Tammy, wearing a teeny tiny red dress and spiky heels. Her long, black hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She was a stunner. The Storms made pretty babies.
“Heeey, Baby Storm!” Tammy screeched as they hugged.
Tammy stepped back and looked appreciatively at Amy’s partner, Mia.
“Dayum, Mia!”
Mia was “big screen” beautiful. She had a milk chocolate complexion, icy grey eyes, and curves that could stop traffic. Mia and Amy together were the very reason men had frat boy fantasies about lesbian sex.
“Wassup, bride-to-be?” Mia asked. “Why are you wearing sweats, while I’m in silk?”
“I’m about to get dressed, but first let’s get y’all some drinks.
“Yeah, drinks,” Amy sang, handing Tammy the bottles of champagne.
“We have cold bottles. I’m gonna put these in the fridge.”
Tammy walked into the kitchen and placed both bottles in the refrigerator. Before she could rejoin the ladies in the living room, her phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the caller ID.
“Hey, baby,” she said when she answered.
“I am not a baby. I am a man. I will show you later,” Luca’s masculine, accented voice boomed on the other end.
Tammy smiled, understanding why women seemed to hang on his every word.
“You're my baby,” she argued.
“Mon amour, I will be anything you want me to be, but you must marry me first.”
“I can't wait.”
“Good. I have sent a car for you and the ladies. Has it arrived?”
“Ahhh,” Tammy realized. “The limo outside.”
“Yes. Since you have banned the men from your party, I insist that you don't drive.”
Tammy’s heart warmed. Luca was always looking out for her best interests. He was Ford tough, but he always managed to show her a softer side of himself. A side that no one else had the privilege of seeing.
“That was very thoughtful of you, Luca. Thank you,” she said softly.
“My motives are selfish, Tamara. I need you to make it down the aisle.”
“Okay,” she giggled. “Thank you anyway.”
“Si. Have fun, but not too much. You know that I’ll drag you out of there if I have to.”
Tammy rolled her eyes at his mention of the time that he embarrassed her in front of an entire club full of people.
“Don't I know it,” she muttered into the phone. “I’ll be good.”
“Good girl.”
