lovely. And it’s too pretty a day to eat inside.”
“You see? We already think alike.”
“So tell me what you think of the famous Kelly O’Brien.” Tara said, as they put chicken salad and fruit on their plates.
“My opinion will be completely biased. I adore Kelly O’Brien. All of James and Fiona’s children are like our own for George and I. John and Kel are the same age and grew up together. He is, without question, the most intelligent, articulate and compassionate man you will ever meet. And of course, he is devastatingly handsome.”
Tara laughed. “I will try not to let that distract me.”
Lily said, “But it will dear. Wait and see.”
Hours later Tara descended the marble staircase dressed in a beaded black evening gown and one of her mother’s diamond necklaces. She had debated sweeping her hair up, but at the last minute left it cascading across her shoulders. She crossed the elegant foyer and entered the ballroom that was filled with men in black tie and women in glittering gowns. Her mother had often said that Newport, and particularly a party thrown by Lily in Newport, was a world unto its’ own. She did feel a little like Cinderella as she walked around the perimeter of the marble and gilt room looking for a glimpse of the prince. She saw Lily and George and made her way to where they were standing, talking to a beautiful girl with long red hair.
“Oh, Tara,” Lily exclaimed. “I was just talking about you. Janet, this is Tara McCaffrey and Tara, this is Janet O’Brien.”
“The senator’s daughter,” Tara said.
“Yes. And you are the reporter Bobby’s hired to cover Daddy’s campaign.”
“I was hoping to meet him tonight. And I’d love to write a story about your perspective of him as a father.”
Janet said, “I’ll be happy to give you that interview, just not tonight.” A handsome man joined them and kissed Janet on the cheek. Tara noticed that he had the same turquoise eyes as Lily.
“Tara, my son Alan. Alan, this is Julia’s daughter Tara. She’s going to be staying for us while she writes about Kel’s campaign.” She took George by the arm. “Darling, we really need to greet some of our guests.”
“Duty calls,” George said and went across the room with Lily.
“So have you met Kel yet?” Alan asked.
“No, I just told Janet I was hoping to meet him tonight.”
Alan looked down at Janet. “I was hoping t have a chat with him myself this evening.”
Janet blushed and said, “Not tonight Alan. It’s his birthday.”
“So? As soon as possible I want to win him over to the idea of you and I as a couple.”
Tara raised an eyebrow and Janet turned back to her. “Okay, awkward, since we just met you. But since you’ll be staying here in close proximity, Alan recently asked me to marry him, but Daddy’s not on board with the idea yet.”
“This sounds like an interesting story,” Tara said.
“It is,” Janet said, “but it’s not for publication. I’ll fill you in some time. Oh, there’s Daddy now.”
Tara looked across the ballroom as Kelly O’Brien entered the room and realized that all the photographs she’d seen of him did not do him justice. His presence filled up the entire room. She watched as he stopped to greet George and Lily and kissed Lily on the cheek and wondered how it was possible for a man to be so beautiful and seem so unconcerned with his own looks. He looked up and saw Janet and started in her direction, stopping halfway across the room to talk with a man that Tara presumed to be Lily’s other son, John, because he looked enough like George to make that a possibility. The two of them came to where she still stood with
“You see? We already think alike.”
“So tell me what you think of the famous Kelly O’Brien.” Tara said, as they put chicken salad and fruit on their plates.
“My opinion will be completely biased. I adore Kelly O’Brien. All of James and Fiona’s children are like our own for George and I. John and Kel are the same age and grew up together. He is, without question, the most intelligent, articulate and compassionate man you will ever meet. And of course, he is devastatingly handsome.”
Tara laughed. “I will try not to let that distract me.”
Lily said, “But it will dear. Wait and see.”
Hours later Tara descended the marble staircase dressed in a beaded black evening gown and one of her mother’s diamond necklaces. She had debated sweeping her hair up, but at the last minute left it cascading across her shoulders. She crossed the elegant foyer and entered the ballroom that was filled with men in black tie and women in glittering gowns. Her mother had often said that Newport, and particularly a party thrown by Lily in Newport, was a world unto its’ own. She did feel a little like Cinderella as she walked around the perimeter of the marble and gilt room looking for a glimpse of the prince. She saw Lily and George and made her way to where they were standing, talking to a beautiful girl with long red hair.
“Oh, Tara,” Lily exclaimed. “I was just talking about you. Janet, this is Tara McCaffrey and Tara, this is Janet O’Brien.”
“The senator’s daughter,” Tara said.
“Yes. And you are the reporter Bobby’s hired to cover Daddy’s campaign.”
“I was hoping to meet him tonight. And I’d love to write a story about your perspective of him as a father.”
Janet said, “I’ll be happy to give you that interview, just not tonight.” A handsome man joined them and kissed Janet on the cheek. Tara noticed that he had the same turquoise eyes as Lily.
“Tara, my son Alan. Alan, this is Julia’s daughter Tara. She’s going to be staying for us while she writes about Kel’s campaign.” She took George by the arm. “Darling, we really need to greet some of our guests.”
“Duty calls,” George said and went across the room with Lily.
“So have you met Kel yet?” Alan asked.
“No, I just told Janet I was hoping to meet him tonight.”
Alan looked down at Janet. “I was hoping t have a chat with him myself this evening.”
Janet blushed and said, “Not tonight Alan. It’s his birthday.”
“So? As soon as possible I want to win him over to the idea of you and I as a couple.”
Tara raised an eyebrow and Janet turned back to her. “Okay, awkward, since we just met you. But since you’ll be staying here in close proximity, Alan recently asked me to marry him, but Daddy’s not on board with the idea yet.”
“This sounds like an interesting story,” Tara said.
“It is,” Janet said, “but it’s not for publication. I’ll fill you in some time. Oh, there’s Daddy now.”
Tara looked across the ballroom as Kelly O’Brien entered the room and realized that all the photographs she’d seen of him did not do him justice. His presence filled up the entire room. She watched as he stopped to greet George and Lily and kissed Lily on the cheek and wondered how it was possible for a man to be so beautiful and seem so unconcerned with his own looks. He looked up and saw Janet and started in her direction, stopping halfway across the room to talk with a man that Tara presumed to be Lily’s other son, John, because he looked enough like George to make that a possibility. The two of them came to where she still stood with
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