The Painted Horizon
The Painted Horizon The champagne bubbled in Daisy Hartwell's glass like liquid gold, and she held it at arm's length as though it might explode. Around her, the Long Island ballroom pulsed with a life she had never asked for: the string quartet played something frantic and joyless, the crystal chandeliers threw diamonds at the walls, and every face she recognized was smiling with the...
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