The Sea of Champagne
The parties were magnificent. They were also the most lonely things Martha Halstead had ever experienced. Every Friday, her estate on Long Island opened its doors to the season. Strings and brass bands from New York. Flowers shipped overnight from California. Chandeliers lit until the ballroom resembled a cathedral of gold. People came in motorcars and stayed until dawn, drunk on champagne and...
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