Tracy Carrington stood within the lobby of the Spanish villa, her eyes sweeping up the curved staircase and touchdown on the grand chandelier suspended from the excessive ceiling. The villa, each outdoors and in, was distinctly Spanish with its whitewashed partitions and terracotta accents, however when Ada had described the venue for his or her marriage ceremony, Tracy by no means imagined that it might be this luxury.

Ada’s voice drifted down the steps, and it gave the impression of she was speaking with the marriage planner from the few phrases that Tracy may make out, so she saved wandering via the home, her small suitcase rolling throughout the marble flooring behind her.

Tracy not often thought of what might need been, what her life might need seemed like if she’d stayed within the enterprise lengthy sufficient to have a profession like Ada’s, but it surely was laborious not to consider these issues when she was spending the subsequent week right here, on this superb villa, with Ada and Sydney selecting up the tab.

Tracy couldn’t even start to think about what this place should value to hire out for the week, and so they’d rented it for 2, as a result of up till a few month in the past, their schedules have been nonetheless altering, and so they weren’t positive which dates they’d truly be right here.

After which there was the honeymoon they’d simply deliberate the opposite day, the 2 of them renting a yacht to sail across the Mediterranean.

Tracy left her suitcase contained in the doorway of one of many downstairs bedrooms. She’d deliberate to maintain exploring the home, however the French doorways that opened up from the bed room onto the again backyard drew her in the direction of them.