Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.

THE LUXE IS . . . Pretty girls in pretty dresses, partying until dawn. Irresistible boys with mischievous smiles and dangerous intentions. White lies, dark secrets, and scandalous hookups. This is Manhattan in 1899.

They were a society whose chief vocations were to entertain and be entertained.

She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.

Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.

That was the way love was, she guessed-it left you always unsteady on your feet.

It seemed to her as though everything that was good and true had been blasted out of the world. All those things had been crushed destroyed made to disappear.