Page 42 of The Arianna Arrangement

“Ley.” Tucker’s voice held a warning. He knew she needed to reign it in here, but we all knew she was a wild card, so who knew if she would actually listen.

Leyla rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Please tell me there will be ooey gooey cinnamon rolls. I’m in dire need of some real comfort food right now.”

I’d be very surprised if my mother allowed anything sweet on the menu, but who knows. She didn’t have an absolute conniption fit when the Givenchy’s snuck in the wedding dress I’d wanted and the bridesmaids dress I’d picked for Leyla in hot pink.

Servers came in with plates laden with food, sitting them in front of each person. Like I’d expected, nothing sweet. There were scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and a fruit bowl.

“This sucks.” I chuckled at Leyla’s pout. “Mom better agree to stopping for something sweet on the way home. I’ve spent all my sugar reserves in not saying something to your mom or dad about how horrible they are.”

Tucker pinched the bridge of his nose as I chuckled. God, I loved this girl.

There was a tapping of silverware on glass, bringing our attention to my father. “I’d like to thank everyone for being here today to celebrate the alliance between the Vitale and Givenchy families.” He lifted a glass. “To prosperity for both families and an heir to seal the deal.”

Everyone lifted a glass and drank, but the thought of having a baby anytime soon made a knot form in my stomach. We’d planned on using a condom last night and then getting their family doctor to put me on birth control after the honeymoon, but that plan went out the window.

Maybe I’d be able to get a Plan B pill and we could pick up some condoms for the honeymoon. Neither one of us was ready to be a parent, even if a baby is what my father wanted more than anything. I mean, I think the fact that he was so set on it should be enough reason to question if it’s actually a good move.

The child would be the heir to the Givenchy family, so his insistence on this part of the arrangement never made sense to me.

“You need to eat.” Tucker leaned close and whispered in my ear. “It’s a five hour flight and while we’ve got snacks, it’ll be a while before we have another meal.”

“Lucky bitch.” Leyla grinned as she looked at me out of the corner of her eye. “Barbados and away from all these adults trying to run our life for a week. You’ll have so many stories to tell when you get back and be so tanned on the first day of school.”

Senior year would start a week after we got back to Crestwood and as much as I wasn’t looking forward to school, I was glad to be getting back to Crestwood and a normal routine.

“Want me to bring you some sand in a jar?”

Her grin grew. “Duh.”

We ate in silence and before long, Sean was leaning down to whisper in Tucker’s ear. Tuck looked at me with a smile as he took one of my hands in his and pressed a kiss to it. “Time to go.”

As we stood, the room fell silent. It was tradition for him to give me a big kiss in front of everyone before we walked out hand in hand to cheers. Let me just say, Tucker did not disappoint. His hands cupped my face as he pulled me to him, gently pressing his lips to mine, before his tongue prodded my lips for entrance, which I readily gave him.

There were a few hoots and hollers, all that I’m pretty sure came from his family. When he pulled back, I knew my smile matched his and we had to look like lovesick fools. But I didn’t have a single damn to give.

Instead of walking out hand in hand, Tuck picked me up bridal style and carried me from the room almost at a jog causing me to laugh at his excitement. Most people would think it was because he wanted to get me to bed again, but I knew it was because as soon as we were out of New York, we could breathe and be ourselves again.

The feeling was euphoric.

When we made it out front, I wasn’t surprised to see the overkill of vehicles. We would be going in a motorcade of five vehicles. Ours would have us and two security. Each of the others would have four security guards.

Traveling to the JFK airport meant going through both Accardi and Ricci territories, and though there was a truce and we’d given proper notice, it didn’t mean that my father, or the Givenchy's, was going to risk anything.

We hopped in our car and Sean got in the driver's seat as Christian got in the passenger's seat. Christian was hired to be my personal body guard after the wedding and I was just glad it wasn’t Vinny anymore. I had nothing against the guy, but he answered to my father, so he wasn’t trustworthy.

As we approached the Brooklyn Bridge, Christian chuckled. “It appears we have an escort.”

Since our car was in the middle of the pack, I assumed the lead car had informed them through the earpieces they were wearing.

Sure enough, I saw Luka Accardi’s solid gold Lamborghini in front of our lead car. Luka was the heir to the Accardi family and wherever he was, his twin Tommaso was usually close by. When Tommaso’s bright blue Pininfarina pulled out to follow behind the last car, I wasn’t surprised.

Tucker noticed it too and tensed up. “Do we think this is safe?”

Sean sighed. “I would like to think so. We gave proper notice and are going to the airport. We also don’t have a single Vitale family member with us considering Arianna is now a Givenchy and none of our security is Vitale security. If they decided to ambush us, it would be a violation of the accords and would start a war. I don’t think they’d be willing to do that unprovoked, so I’m hoping this is not a trap. But our men are ready just in case.”

Christian’s phone pinged with a message. “Boss says the Accardi’s reached out to him and said they would send the heirs to escort us in congrats for the nuptials."

I hadn’t been too worried because the twins and Sandro had a good relationship. While the twins were a couple years older than my brother, all of the heirs had grown up getting to know each other so they could work well together when the time came. The twins and Sandro all disagreed with some of the things our fathers did and wanted to make the families better when they took over, so they’d formed a good bond.