The Gilded Dawn
I The champagne tower caught the light like a chandelier made of liquid gold. Arthur Pendleton stood on the terrace of the Vanderbilt estate and watched the party swirl below him—hundreds of people in silk and sequins, moving through the gardens like luminous insects, their laughter rising into the June night like smoke. He had not touched his glass. It was his third week in America, third week...
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