Alena looked down and saw the name Mary-Lee Vanderhart.
“Is that her?” she asked.
“Yes. According to the newspapers she is worth, or rather her father is, two or three hundred million with even more to come!”
“Well, it ought to take you some time to spend that amount! But it would be a great mistake to count your chickens before they are hatched.”
“I am well aware of that, Alena. The newspapers have also told me that she is very beautiful.”
There was a pause and then Alena commented,
“I am certain that anyone with that money would be described as beautiful even if she had a face like the back of a cab!”
“Now you are being cynical and you, my dearest, will not only be far more beautiful than any of your guests, but will appear to have more money than any of them!”
Alena laughed.
