CLUB FANCY

It was Wednesday night. She stared at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. Grasping a long silver pin, she pulled off the cocktail hat and laid it aside. This night would be the kick off to the Holiday Season. An endless string of parties and fancy dresses and polite conversation. How boring. Wouldn't it be grand if this year, there was a scandal to breathe life into Los Angeles? She dropped a monogrammed silver lighter into her evening purse, it did not boast her initials.

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