So who better to be the target of every party, night and day, than the royal Kents? They're easy and breezy and not terribly acquainted with the word stuffy. The local hostesses are pleased -- thrilled to bits is more like it -- to have them as guests of honor at every lighted candle.
Unstuffy Prince Michael even wore one of those jazzy, battery-charged flashy ties to the great party Lewis (she's a girl) and Bob Foman gave at their South Ocean Boulevard, lake-to-ocean house on Easter night. "Well," said his Royal Highness, explaining it all for us while his bow tie winked and blinked away double time. "The invitation did say dress festive." Besides, it all went so well with his black shirt, thinly striped in white.
Le tout Palm Beach -- or at least 150 of them -- was at the Foman party. They gathered for cocktails in the orchid-filled, far-flung house and courtyard and swept down a canopied passageway past the swimming pool to a big beautiful tent draped from the ceiling with pastel ribbons. This is where a seated dinner was served on tables covered with cloths printed with Easter eggs and centered with tiny gardens planted with Spring flowers. If no bunny rabbits popped out, well, even the Fomans can't have everything.
White was the color of the night. Princess Michael of Kent, known to her nears and dears as Marie-Christine, floated in on a cloud of white organza. Lewis Foman wore a white lace Scaasi jumpsuit. Aimee de Heeren wore white chiffon. Chessy Patcevitch was in black and white. Princess Maria Pia di Savoia wore something white and sparkly.






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