Tracy Smile Novels & Stories

She brought him peace. “Well, look at that,” Mark smiled. “She just missed her dad,” Tracy sighed. “What was wrong?” “She’d been screaming all morning,” Tracy answered. “Nothing calmed her down.” “What about all the laughing?” “That was about you,” Damian smirked. “Tracy found what you packed in the diaper bag. She started laughing, then Mark and I started laughing. Then even Carl laughed.” “And that little princess of yours couldn’t stop laughing,” Tracy said. “It was great. I think we all needed that.”

When hearing about his wife, he was less commanding and softer. As they were talking, Tracy came out of the lounge, holding Mrs. Swale's arm with a slight smile. Tracy was wearing large brown sunglasses, and her long seaweed-like hair was hanging over her shoulder. She was telling jokes to Mrs. Swale with a humble smile. Mrs. Swale was probably in her early fifties, well maintained. There were not many wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Her smile was amiable and gentle. She spoke softly, looking as if from an oil painting.

I took advantage of Tracy’s back being turned and smiled as I analyzed my friend, who was beautiful in her own way. Tracy was slender and shorter than me, with some freckles on her face that I found the cutest thing, and her smile could light up an entire city. Her long, wavy black hair was slightly curly, and she was wearing a short black dress that highlighted her curves. I approached her from behind, giving her a playful slap on the butt. She spun around, ready to scold me, but when she saw me, her eyes lit up, and she started jumping on me! “Jane! I can’t believe it!” she shouted, grabbing my neck and pulling me into a hug. I returned her affection as we jumped with joy.

“I told you to let go! Don't you understand simple words?” Tracy eyed the nearby swimming pool. Her lips curled slightly, revealing a smug smile. As Heidi pushed away, she intentionally lost her footing.

Of course it was. Tracy stood. Evelyn could hear it—the shift of weight, the quiet decisiveness. She came closer until she appeared in the mirror too, standing just behind Evelyn’s left shoulder. “You’re doing that thing again,” Tracy said. Evelyn swallowed. “What thing?” “The smiling-without-your-eyes thing.” Evelyn’s lips curved, reflexive. “I’m fine.” Tracy crossed her arms. Tilted her head. Studied her the way only a sister could—like she knew where to look, even when Evelyn tried to hide.

Tracy's expression hinted at skepticism, but she didn't press the issue. Just then, a bubbly voice interrupted our conversation. "Tracy, darling! Oh my god, I haven't seen you in ages!" A girl with curly blonde hair and a bright smile flung her arms around Tracy. Her name was Camilla, and her demeanor was infectious. Tracy squealed, bouncing up and down with Camilla. "Camilla, hi! I've missed you so much!" Their girly antics surprised me. Tracy, who had been so composed and intelligent in our conversation, was now giggling and squealing like a teenager.

Tracy said to Mrs Briggs who smiled at her gesture. Then Tracy's phone rang. She looked at the faces of Louisa and Mrs Briggs after she saw who was calling.

She's imitating everything, she's really something else. “Your words.. children are in front of you, maybe you forgot,” I said and she winced at the realization of what I meant. “Ooops sorry,” She smiled and made a peace sign to the children. I looked at Tracy who was smiling while looking at Trisha. She was also very beautiful, with her hair hanging loose and straightened. She really looked like Mayell. She felt my gaze and looked at me, still smiling. I was happy to see her genuine smile, and she seemed okay now. Her fear and shyness were gone, and she had made friends. It was nice to see that this event had helped her and her new friends become close.

Tracy, my assistant, spoke, her lips curling into a warm smile. Her eyes shone with delight as she put on my makeup. She's been extremely caring and loving to me since she heard about Dylan's proposal. I felt a knot form in my stomach as I gave her a forced smile, one that didn't quite reach my eyes. “Thanks, Tracy.” I replied, staring occasionally at my reflection in the mirror. “You look nervous, ma'am. I totally understand how it feels. Dylan is a great man and I'm certain you're gonna have the best moments of your life with him. Everyone is genuinely happy for you both.”

Lindsay’s fans were all green with envy; they wished they could say goodbye to her as well. And if they could hug her too, that would be even better. Even Justin and the Harper brothers couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. They looked at Tracy with a somewhat resentful gaze. Tracy deliberately turned her back to the camera and gave them an incredibly bright smile. She even whispered, "This is something you can only envy." The three of them were speechless. During the day, they thought this new guest was pretty nice.