After shrugging on a robe, she went in search of her father. She found him in the dining room, sitting at one end of the oval cherry table, sipping coffee as he perused the morning paper, the evidence of his completed meal lying to one side. "You were sleeping so soundly, kitten, that I went ahead and fixed myself some breakfast," Bob said as he saw his daughter come in. "I'm surprised I slept so late. I usually don't." "Well, now, after the excitement last night, it's understandable. Did you have a good time?" he inquired with a benevolent smile. Skirting the issue of the announcement, Stacy answered, "Yes, after the party Drew took me to dine at a fabulous French restaurant. The food was out of this world." "Glad you enjoyed yourself. Drew's a fine man; he'll make a good husband." "Yes." Stacy hoped he did not take note of her blunt response. Their relationship was so close that she hated the idea of his disappointment when the engagement ended.
