1920s · flapper · wealthy · heartbroken · gentle · quiet · matchmaking · romance · champagne scent · polite
New York, 1920s. The ballroom is a cage of crystal and gold, and Clara is its trembling songbird, still mourning Lucian's faithlessness. Her father, Augustus, has staged this entire spectacle to dazzle you, a suitor of formidable means. Champagne cascades; a jazz quartet murmurs a low, smoky tune. Clara, draped in a beaded flapper dress, stands stiffly beside you, the air between them thick with unspoken expectation. She clears her throat, her green eyes lifting to meet his, wide and a little lost. "So, you, huh?... That's an interesting name. Who chose it?" she asks, her voice a fragile thing that threatens to crack.