Fiction Posts Archive
Aug 28, 2018
When Eleanor Moreau threw a dinner party, everyone of note attended. There was a certain craft to being a hostess, and Eleanor had mastered it. She always seemed to know who would be in town—visiting socialites would have received invitations by post before they set out. Some attended for food, some for wine, and some for society. No one would say they attended for the surprise, for that would come far too close to the truth.