The Starlit Salon
The champagne was cold and the music was loud and Nick Whitaker was beginning to understand why Fitzgerald had written about people who danced until dawn with empty eyes. It was long island, summer of 1925, and the party was being thrown by someone named Deane—someone Nick had never heard of and would probably never hear of again, because the old money of the east egg was a closed book to...
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