Bright Young Things
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The year is 1929. New York is ruled by the Bright Young Things: flappers and socialites seeking thrills and chasing dreams in the anything-goes era of the Roaring Twenties.
Letty Larkspur and Cordelia Grey escaped their small Midwestern town for New York's glittering metropolis. All Letty wants is to see her name in lights, but she quickly discovers Manhattan is filled with pretty girls who will do anything to be a star. . . .
Cordelia is searching for the father she's never known, a man as infamous for his wild parties as he is for his shadowy schemes. Overnight, she enters a world more thrilling and glamorous than she ever could have imagined—and more dangerous. It's a life anyone would kill for . . . and someone will.
The only person Cordelia can trust is Astrid Donal, a flapper who seems to have it all: money, looks, and the love of Cordelia's brother, Charlie. But Astrid's perfect veneer hides a score of family secrets.
Across the vast lawns of Long Island, in the illicit speakeasies of Manhattan, and on the blindingly lit stages of Broadway, the three girls' fortunes will rise and fall—together and apart. From the New York Times bestselling author of The Luxe comes an epic new series set in the dizzying last summer of the Jazz Age.
crowd under the tent and into the darkness where she could get a better look. Earlier, when her status in this place had been a matter of minutes and not of hours, Astrid had smoothed Cordelia‧s wavy hair with a cream that smelled like chemicals and gardenia, and pinned it in a dramatic bun at the nape of her neck. As she stepped forward into the grass, that bun began a beautiful process of unraveling. In addition to the dress, which was of a smooth, soft material that possessed a magical
of attention.” “How dull!” Astrid returned, without particular animosity or even any certainty about which part of Billie‧s statement she was responding to. She had spent a good deal of time in Europe as a little girl, in between her mother‧s marriages, mostly waiting for ships to depart and trains to arrive, and her recollection of that continent was not overly rosy. She also believed it was a girl‧s duty—if she was bright and good-looking—to try to be the center of attention at least half the
her apron strings a few nights ago. Then his name began coming back to her. Amory … Amory … Amory Glenn. “This is Mr. Glenn,” Mr. Cole informed her in a buttery tone. Beyond them, she could see the pink-faced man growing irate over what was about to happen. “He‧s going to take his usual table to the left of the stage—and he‧d like you to escort him.” Letty‧s eyes darted from one man to the other. Her carefully maintained persona flagged for a moment, and she grew nervous and briefly wondered
in a summer suit, his glossy hair neatly in place and those eyes that seemed to know everything. An ache spread across her chest when she thought how awful it would be to sit in this room alone after he had gone. “Please don‧t,” she whispered. “I can‧t promise it‧ll be pretty,” he said after a while. “But I know I can‧t stand the idea of a day without you.” “It‧s just that … for you to be here …” “Can you meet me tomorrow, on the road? We‧ll go to the East End, where no one will recognize us,
that the Hales weren‧t on her trail. Around the time a small sign told her she had passed out of White Cove and into the town of Nashitogue, she realized she had told Thom what make of car she was driving. It would be easy for them to spot her, even if she pulled over and crouched in the back, or put a hat on and returned through White Cove at a respectable speed. Surely they were fanning out now, all over the town and probably all over Long Island, looking for her. They had had little trouble