Post by thelori24 on Dec 4, 2016 5:08:06 GMT
Let it never be said that Harriet Corbin did anything by halves. This party was no exception. There were few among Hollywood's Elite who didn't seek to be among those invited and seen at one of her parties, the current who's who filled the lavish event thrown in honor of the premier of a new film of one of her personal favorites. Most had a fairly strong inkling of exactly what it was that Miss Corbin, or Lady Havoc, as she was known among certain circles did to gain her extravagant wealth. Most turned a blind eye, either not caring or not wishing to jeopardize their own wealth and standing or in some cases even their lives to go up against such a woman.
It was nearing midnight and the party was starting to hit full swing, filling up the large house on the hill that overlooked the city of Los Angeles that spread twinkling below them. A live band was playing lively dance music, people talked, laughed, drank, enjoying themselves as they fully intended to do until well into the early morning.
Jessica was also known and beloved among most of her mother's friends, a kind and generous young woman with a quick wit and occasionally sharp tongue that tended to shock and delight those around her. Like her mother she was not much a traditionally attractive woman, a little too lean, features a little too sharp, but good clothes and makeup, and a light in her eyes that made people want to know what was going on in that brain of hers made up for it.
She was currently moving among the party goers, drink in hand, pausing here and there to talk and laugh with the guests. She loved these parties, she was glad that in the last couple of years she'd finally been deemed old enough to attend...and not just a some sort of novelty child-act who sang or danced or recited Shakespeare or something she barely understood as she had been on more than a few occasions before being hustled off to bed while the adults continued to enjoy themselves.
It was nearing midnight and the party was starting to hit full swing, filling up the large house on the hill that overlooked the city of Los Angeles that spread twinkling below them. A live band was playing lively dance music, people talked, laughed, drank, enjoying themselves as they fully intended to do until well into the early morning.
Jessica was also known and beloved among most of her mother's friends, a kind and generous young woman with a quick wit and occasionally sharp tongue that tended to shock and delight those around her. Like her mother she was not much a traditionally attractive woman, a little too lean, features a little too sharp, but good clothes and makeup, and a light in her eyes that made people want to know what was going on in that brain of hers made up for it.
She was currently moving among the party goers, drink in hand, pausing here and there to talk and laugh with the guests. She loved these parties, she was glad that in the last couple of years she'd finally been deemed old enough to attend...and not just a some sort of novelty child-act who sang or danced or recited Shakespeare or something she barely understood as she had been on more than a few occasions before being hustled off to bed while the adults continued to enjoy themselves.
