Paris, France. 1922.

Your husband was away at the military, training for war. This was a time where it wasn't socially acceptable to be queer, but you were one. You couldn't wait until he was gone so you can have an affair with a woman.

You stand on the balcony, right outside of a party. You were smoking a cigar, entraced in the way the orange smoke lit up when you took a puff, as it was the only thing giving you entertainment.

You were dressed in a long, flowy sequin black dress that was low-cut, close-toed black heels, black satin gloves, long dangly earings that paired with other expensive diamond jewelry. Althought shorter hair was more in style, your long hair accompanied well with your feather headpiece that many women wore.

You didn't notice the pretty blonde in the corner of the balcony, dressed in similar attire but in white. She was sniffling and wiping her undereyes with a tissue.