SHe was surprised that she had been invited to the mansion on the North Shore of Long Island, right outside of the city, for the party. She wasn't normally included in the rich, flapper set that listened to the jazz that had overtaken the country or danced the Charleston that seemed to be the current craze. But she was excited to go, if only to watch people dance, talk and imbibe too much. And who knew? Maybe she would meet the man, or woman, of her dreams.
Liza knew that she was an anomaly in this day and age. She kissed both boys and girls with impunity and no one seemed to care unless it was one of those Prohibitionists left over from an earlier age or her mother. This was why she had left her home in the country outside of Saratoga and taken the train to New York. Her mother would be suitably mortified to learn that she was living in a boarding house with other women in Brooklyn and taking the Subway into Lower Manhatten to her job as a receptionist in a large law firm. Maybe one day, she would be promoted to legal assistant. A few of the girls were due to get married to she may actually have a chance when they left.
Liza took one last look in the full length mirror that she kept in her room at the boarding house. All things considered, she enjoyed the styles of the 20's - the dress she wore had straps and hung loosely on her curvy frame. When she twirled around, the hem of the dress flew around. She liked how the waistline of the dress was close to her hips. Liza had always hated the constricting dresses that her mother had made her wear when she was living with the rest of the family. She loved the sequins on it and how the dress sparkled in the light. It gave her a sense of wonder, excitement and anticipation as to what the night may hold.
As she gazed at herself in the mirror, Liza heard a honk outside. She glanced out the open window and saw a pale yellow convertible belonging to Nick idling at the curb, with Nick driving and her cousin, Ella, in the passenger seat.
"Come on you silly goose," yelled Ella as she leaned out of the car. "We're already running late and you know how bad that traffic is on the Expressway!"
Liza grabbed her mink stole from the bed, burst through the door to her room and clattered down the stairs, pell mell, nearly knocking over Mrs. Tully, the proprietess, in her haste.
Liza knew that she was an anomaly in this day and age. She kissed both boys and girls with impunity and no one seemed to care unless it was one of those Prohibitionists left over from an earlier age or her mother. This was why she had left her home in the country outside of Saratoga and taken the train to New York. Her mother would be suitably mortified to learn that she was living in a boarding house with other women in Brooklyn and taking the Subway into Lower Manhatten to her job as a receptionist in a large law firm. Maybe one day, she would be promoted to legal assistant. A few of the girls were due to get married to she may actually have a chance when they left.
Liza took one last look in the full length mirror that she kept in her room at the boarding house. All things considered, she enjoyed the styles of the 20's - the dress she wore had straps and hung loosely on her curvy frame. When she twirled around, the hem of the dress flew around. She liked how the waistline of the dress was close to her hips. Liza had always hated the constricting dresses that her mother had made her wear when she was living with the rest of the family. She loved the sequins on it and how the dress sparkled in the light. It gave her a sense of wonder, excitement and anticipation as to what the night may hold.
As she gazed at herself in the mirror, Liza heard a honk outside. She glanced out the open window and saw a pale yellow convertible belonging to Nick idling at the curb, with Nick driving and her cousin, Ella, in the passenger seat.
"Come on you silly goose," yelled Ella as she leaned out of the car. "We're already running late and you know how bad that traffic is on the Expressway!"
Liza grabbed her mink stole from the bed, burst through the door to her room and clattered down the stairs, pell mell, nearly knocking over Mrs. Tully, the proprietess, in her haste.
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