Bacon and maybe some of your cinnamon toast.” I think I’d better have something on my stomach, Paula. “Whitney’s got to get decked out for the costume ball where she plans to dazzle the prince!” “Mother, I do hope you’re not going to have one of your nasty migraines,” Whitney said.
“This might help, and I’ll bring your coffee right away.” Paula placed two aspirin and a glass of tomato juice before her. Her daughters apologized profusely, each insisting it was the fault of the other. “Oh, my poor head! How could anyone sleep with all the racket going on in this house! Can’t you girls manage to cease your squabbling long enough to let your poor mother get a bit of rest!” Mamie Ashford dropped her plump form into a chair and pressed a hand to her temple. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I thought you were still sleeping.” “Oh, there you are! Why didn’t you bring my coffee to my room?” Paula dropped the lingerie she held and hurried to the kitchen. Ashford’s voice, slurred but sharp, cut into her thoughts. Yes, the prince will see her, and yes, Rae will be jealous, and. But mainly it was her confidence and that inviting sexuality that drew men to her. Whitney was fairly attractive, with that black hair and sensuous dark eyes. I’m being catty, Paula scolded herself as she put away the frying pan, and went into the laundry room to sort the clothes. Her lips were too large, too voluptuous, and her nose. Paula, noting the gleam of conquest in Whitney’s eyes didn’t doubt that he would. “But see me he will!” Whitney said, with smug certainty. At least, she corrected herself, a smile hovering on her lips, those of the elite set who would attend the polo matches and the grand balls attendant upon the event. Or was it billions?Īll San Diego was agog that they were honored by his presence. He was single, eligible and sole heir to the Vandercamp millions.
And not because he was the so-called Prince of Polo! Like Rae said, it was his money. Now that the Vandercamp yacht was anchored at the San Diego Yacht Club and they had had a glimpse of Brad Vandercamp, who would participate, he was the main topic. The San Diego Polo Classic, sponsored for charity each October, had for weeks been the main topic of conversation. Paula listened idly as she scrubbed the frying pan. He’s in San Diego for the polo match, not to see you.” “You needn’t get your hopes up, dear heart. Paula dried her hands, emptied and refilled Whitney’s cup while the two sisters continued to postulate.
0 kommentar(er)
