Simon spotted them coming, so by the time Andy and Roni got close enough to overhear anything, the argument between him and Mace had stopped. Andy blamed Roni’s bright yellow dress, which was stunning, and not at all subtle.
“Mace, Simon,” Andy greeted them. “Enjoying the reception, I hope?”
Simon did not actually roll his eyes, but he gave Andy a look that said he might have, if he’d thought Andy was important enough to expend the effort on. “I’m working, Howard.”
Andy hummed noncommittally; Simon hadn’t so much as handed someone else a champagne goblet all evening. “Howard-Stahl, now,” he pointed out. “I have a friend who wanted to meet you; Roni, this is Simon Johansson. Simon, Veronica St. Vincent.” Because the Johanssons were wealthy enough to actually stay abreast of high fashion,
