The Last Socialite
ACT I The champagne bubbles rose in the flute like tiny silver prayers, each one ascending toward a ceiling studded with crystal stars that cost more than most men earned in a lifetime. Claire Duval watched them rise and thought, for the first time in her life, that beauty and emptiness were the same thing seen from different angles. It was October 1925, and the party at Dorothy Vanderbilt's...
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