Jazz and Masks
The air in the penthouse was a thick cocktail of Chanel No. 5, expensive gin, and the frantic, syncopated rhythm of a live jazz band. It was 1924, and New York was a fever dream of gold leaf and illegal liquor. Mrs. Vanderbilt moved through the crowd like a swan in a sea of glitter. Her smile was a masterpiece of social engineering, a perfectly calibrated expression of warmth that revealed...
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