“The fashionable people. Chauffeured limousines deposited them at Lady Cynthia Horowitz’s front door before driving off to the mammoth parking area on her ten acres of surf and sand nestled between the Atlantic and Ocean Boulevard. Each time I approach the white-columned mansion, the theme from Gone With the Wind echoes in my mind and for a moment the limos become smart carriages drawn by braces of noble stallions. It is said in Palm Beach that it never rains on Lady Cynthia’s pageants, and toni...ght was no exception. The moon had risen to its height and beamed down on the ladies in their party finery and the gentlemen in their white dinner jackets. The patio was professionally lit with theatrical klieg lights in an array of flattering tones, cloaking the expanse in perpetual twilight. Who says money can’t make time stand still? A fountain erupted from the center of the pool, the sparkling water cascading in a rainbow of hues. Dozens of tables for four were covered in white linen and decorated with glass urns bursting with nosegays of yellow tea roses.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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