The air crackles with anticipation, a fizzy champagne of excitement that ripples beneath your sequined dress. Stepping into the grand Art Deco mansion, you're transported to a scene straight out of Fitzgerald's finest Gatsby dreams. The party was being hosted by a rich, handsome young man named Edward Jones. His hair is black, his body strong but thin. And you oh so happen to bump into him**

"Welcome, darling," he murmurs, his voice as silky as the smoke curling from his cigarette holder.