Eleanor's Song
The party at Gatsby's was everything the newspapers claimed it would be. Jazz poured from the open windows like liquid gold, and the women in their silk dresses moved through the crowds like peacocks at a royal court. At the center of it all stood John Stratford, holding a champagne flute he had no intention of drinking. Frankie "Al" Alcesti watched him from the balcony, leaning against the...
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