Beautiful Dorothy Whitney tended bar with a heavy hand. Men drank quickly to revisit her while women giggled at them. Adrenaline mixed with alcohol; volume increased, motions sped, and Scarlett’s signature color peppered the blurry backgrounds of everybody’s memories.
Scarlett’s tinkling laugh popped up in each corner.
A veteran hostess with a reputation for elegant parties that descended into raucous mornings, Scarlett paced herself by drinking soda water to start and every other drink. Nobody noticed. She never sat down and mingled with a ready laugh. The party was a hit. An enormous make-the-paper hit, fashions introduced, photo flashes popping and connections made. Scarlett was in her glory and Velma was her biggest fan, watching with bemused admiration.