“Luca, I’m not a dog,” Tammy huffed.
“I couldn't tell last night when you were on all fours, howling at the moon,” Luca joked.
Luca could be so dirty.
“Ughh! Get of my phone!”
“Okay, okay. I love you.”
“I love you too. Bye.”
“Bye,” he repeated in Tammy’s southern accent.
Ending the call, she shook her head at the antics of her husband to be.
****
Tammy, along with her family and her friends from her former job had packed Caviar's. They were having a good time, but it was after eleven, and not one male dancer had shown up. The women had resorted to dancing on each other, which was fine for Victoria, Amy, and Mia. But the strictly-dicklies were ass out.
Tammy stood. Well, she attempted to stand, but she fell backward on the first try. Okay, she was a little tipsy. But she tried again and actually made it to her feet. She giggled at her drunkenness as she searched the room for Bambi. Once she’d located her, Tammy’s plan was to go over and see what had happened to the entertainment she’d promised. But before she could move, blocking her path were the matriarchs of the Storm family, Katherine and Catarina Storm. Shocked by the sight of them both, Tammy fell back into her seat. Katherine tilted her head and looked curiously at Tammy while Catarina, Gianni’s mother asked, “Are you okay, child?”
“Uh…y-yes, ma’am. I'm just surprised to see you. I didn't know you were flying in from Sicily,” Tammy responded, trying her best to sound sober.
“Surprise!” Catarina shouted.
Tammy actually jumped.
Shit, I am fucked up!
Catarina and Katherine sat next to her, both with cocktails of their own.
“I flew in to help Katherine with the children while you all prepare for the festivities,” she shouted over the music.
Tammy smiled. She, David, and her dad were blessed to have gained such a loving family.
“That’s so kind of you, Mrs. Storm. And you too,” she said, turning to Katherine. “You're so wonderful, the both of you. I love you. I love you both so much.”
Okay, now she was slurring. And judging by their grins, they had noticed.
“Ma? What are you doing here?” Victoria asked.
Oh, thank God.
Tammy felt as if she’d just been rescued. She was failing miserably at faking sobriety.
“We were invited,” Katherine replied, glaring at Victoria.
“Yeah, but, ma…we didn't think you’d actually come.”
“Well, we did,” Catarina interjected. “So where are all the men?”
“That’s a good question,” Tammy mumbled.
As if on cue, Bambi approached them with distress etched on her face.
“Wassup with the men?” Victoria questioned.
Bambi threw her hands up. “It’s not my fault,” she told them. “It seems that your bodyguards turned them away at the door.”
