Not So Snow White by Donna Kauffman Page B

together. "I couldn't be more delighted for you two. Look how adorable you are!"
    "Thank you, Aurora," Bobby said sincerely, perfect teeth gleaming, blue eyes, so like his father's, twinkling.
    Unlike Frank Hamilton, who'd never seemed quite comfortable with himself and the gifts he'd been born with, his younger son, Bobby, was a completely natural charmer. Such a doll. Always had been.
    Proving the point, he lifted Aurora's hand and placed a gallant kiss on the back, shooting her a quick wink as he did so, which, even at her somewhat advanced age, had her blushing. He then turned to his bride-to-be and Aurora sighed the sigh of a truly hopeless romantic as she saw his entire expression melt when Andrea smiled at him. Like he couldn't believe how incredibly lucky he was that this beautiful woman had consented to be his wife.
    "Aurora, I'd like to introduce you to my fiancée , Andrea Nestor. Andrea, this is Aurora Favreaux. Her late husband Way served with my dad in the Senate for many years."
    Andrea, with her soft brown hair, beautifully smooth English skin, and light green eyes, was quite the beauty. And, gauging from her quick glance at her husband-to-be and the stunning way it made her cheeks warm up, she apparently was just as besotted with the young Mr. Hamilton as he was with her. Ah, young love, wasn't it just the best?
    She turned to Aurora. " It's a pleasure to meet you. Bobby has spoken of you."
    Aurora's face lit up with a surprised smile. "Has he, now?" She glanced at Bobby and winked. "All flattering, I'm hoping?"
    Bobby's winning smile grew wider and he gently squeezed the hand he still held. "Of course. Besides," he added wryly, "I'd risk the wrath of the godmothers if I were to say otherwise."
    "Oh, right!" Andrea's smile grew even brighter. "You're one of the owners of Glass Slipper, aren't you?" The lilt in her voice was ever so lovely. "You've made quite a splash opening up your new place here in London. Very posh, I hear." She laughed lightly. "There are more than a few of us here, trodding about, in dire need of your services."
    "Present company excepted," Bobby said, pulling Andrea closer as another rosy blush bloomed to life in her cheeks.
    "Most definitely," Aurora chimed in, a bit rosy herself. Almost had to fan herself at the heat those two put off. "I understand you design sportswear," she said to Andrea, who nodded.
    "My new line comes out in the fall. We're going to launch it in conjunction with the U.S. Open."
    "So much going on with you two, what with Bobby playing Wimbledon and you with your exciting launch. You amaze me, attempting a wedding in the midst of it all."
    "It's not so hard as all that, really. Everyone we love is here for the Championships," Andrea said. She glanced at Bobby and beamed. "And all that matters is that we say our vows with those who mean the most to us present." She glanced at Aurora. "I'm not at all fussy about the rest."
    Bobby laughed. "Now you know why I proposed."
    "Well," Aurora said, "if you need any help with even the smallest of details, please don't hesitate to contact me, Vivian, or Mercedes," she said, referring to her two partners. "We're not heading back to Washington for another few weeks yet. You know we'd be more than happy to do anything for you both."
    "That is so kind of you," Andrea said, quite sincerely. "It's lovely just knowing we have your support."
    Aurora's expression shifted to one of fond memory. "I wish Cissy were here to see this. I know she's just thrilled for you."
    "Thank you. Mom is definitely here in spirit." His mouth quirked a little. "She wouldn't dream of missing a wedding in the family."
    "No doubt, my dear." Aurora looked about. "Speaking of spirit, where is that sister of yours? Don't tell me she couldn't make it."
    Just then there was the sound of raised voices from somewhere near the suite vestibule.
    "It is not my fault they followed us all the way here from the airport. I only made that one tiny little comment by the