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Pandy smiled and rolled her eyes

When they landed in Pales: Page Six had called three tiotten out that she and the Senator were traveling together; now everyone ondering if they were dating

Pandy laughed and deleted the es

The Finipers’ Palm Beach home was a lass-and-brick rectangle with a helicopter landing pad made of the traditional coral and cement mixture

Pandy wondered how long the structure would last The house clearly didn’t belong there, but, given the scrub and the rove swamps, what did?

Pandy and the Senator were given separate roo Pandy her room, Edith informed her that the house had ten bedroorammed hotel-quality sheets and towels, the assortment of travel-sized toiletries in a basket on top of the coe linen There was always so impersonal about these billionaire houses, as if they wereplaces for the enormous amounts of money they cost Perhaps the owners assus, these houses would soon be bought by yet another billionaire

In the meantime, Pandy planned to enjoy herself

The first evening passed without incident The Senator and Steven had serious business, and so, it seemed, did she and Edith “I’ Pandy as she caed how people see women”

“Why, thank you,” Pandy said Edith had a good, solid view of the world and a healthy dose of cynicism, especially when it came to men She and Pandy discussed why there weren’t more women CEOs while the men talked Super PACs

On Saturday , Pandy came down to breakfast to discover they’d been invited to tennis and lunch at the home of another billionaire couple: Pope and Lindsay Mallachant

“Do you play?” Edith asked

“Tennis?” Pandy said, helping herself to several pieces of bacon froave her usual answer: “I learned when I was four, and never got any better” This was not the co tennis court in her own backyard, Pandy was a natural

She knew better than to boast about her skills, however For her, tennis was a purely social event As teens, she and Hellenor had viewed it as a pleasant enough way to lure friends to the house, the deal arettes and airplane bottles of alcohol stolen froame, but she could rarely be bothered to muster up the enthusiasm needed to win

“Don’t worry about me,” she said to Edith “I’m happy not to play I’m much better on the sidelines, I promise you”