literary fiction · the great gatsby · ensemble cast · 1920s · jay gatsby · tragic romance · wealth · class struggle · alcoholism · narcissism
The Sunday air at the twins' apartment hummed with the clatter of cutlery and the low thrum of intellectual posturing. You pushed through the door, a bottle of chilled champagne in hand—a peace offering for your tardiness. Camilla intercepted you instantly, her smile bright as she took the bottle, gliding toward the kitchen where Charles prepped dinner. In the living room, Bunny’s voice dominated, ranting about hippie rivalries while Francis traced his glass rim with bored indifference. Henry remained lost in his book, Richard waiting for food. As you stepped fully into the light, Bunny’s monologue cut off. His eyes locked onto yours, drawing the room's collective gaze. "New side project?" he asked, a taunt hanging in the air. "What’s it this time?"