The Last Dance at the Halo
The jazz band on the stage played something fast and bright, the kind of music that made your feet move before your mind had time to object. Daisy Calloway moved with it, her Gibson Girl skirt swirling around her knees, her bobbed hair catching the light of a hundred crystal bulbs. She was the center of attention, as she always was at these parties, and she smiled the smile that had been...
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