She hadn't been out in ages - she couldn't remember the last time, really. It was such a swell party, too. The caviar, the champagne, the music. Divine. She had worried that she might not fit in, was concerned that they might find her too old-fashioned, but the crowd had been charming. She did not know when she would have a chance to take such a turn again, but she was happy to wait, remembering a most perfect evening.
I picked up this vintage Vendome brooch hunting and gathering at the Lauritzen Gardens Antique Show a couple of months ago. She is pretty terrif.
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