# The Star That Wasn't There
The champagne flute trembled in Julian Ashworth III's hand, but not from the music. The jazz band was playing something fast and bright—Fats Waller, maybe—and the ballroom was full of people in silk and sequins, laughing with their mouths open, swallowing whole the kind of joy that costs three dollars a drink.Julian had paid for all of it. The venue. The band. The champagne. The woman in the...
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