A Fortune's Children's Wedding (1999)
“As the chauffeur drove the limo slowly along the long driveway, Angelica stared at the huge white colonial-style house ahead, with its verandas and French doors and expanse of meticulously landscaped lawns and gardens. Even in the dark, the place looked impressive.
“Kind of takes your breath away, huh?” Flynt murmured.
Angelica made no response.
His arm was around her. She was very quiet, resting her head on his shoulder, her hand on his thigh, so silent and still that at times Flynt thought she had fallen asleep.
But a swift glance at her face revealed her big dark eyes, open and taking in everything around her: the lush upholstery of the Fortune Corporation limousine, its wet bar, small television set and music console.
But Angelica and Flynt had passed on the offer of liquid refreshment. He’d made a small joke about wine and she flashed a sly grin, the only time she had smiled since the jet touched down in Minnesota.
They traveled through the city, then into the tree-lined suburbs,... finally entering a visibly exclusive enclave of gated grounds whose houses were out of sight from the road.MoreLess
“Kind of takes your breath away, huh?” Flynt murmured.
Angelica made no response.
His arm was around her. She was very quiet, resting her head on his shoulder, her hand on his thigh, so silent and still that at times Flynt thought she had fallen asleep.
But a swift glance at her face revealed her big dark eyes, open and taking in everything around her: the lush upholstery of the Fortune Corporation limousine, its wet bar, small television set and music console.
But Angelica and Flynt had passed on the offer of liquid refreshment. He’d made a small joke about wine and she flashed a sly grin, the only time she had smiled since the jet touched down in Minnesota.
They traveled through the city, then into the tree-lined suburbs,... finally entering a visibly exclusive enclave of gated grounds whose houses were out of sight from the road.MoreLess
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