There was something so surreal about being able to attend a Gatsby party. It was really exciting, actually- for once, it wasn't just Abi who was going to be in awe of everything. It had been reading Fitzgerald's novel that had made Hemingway so determined to write something even half as good. So, to be able to walk into his house and attend one of his parties? It was a dream come true for him as well.
"In case I forget to mention it again- you look amazing," he told her softly as they stopped, clearly checking her out while she looked at the house. "I swear you're trying to kill me with these short skirts," he teased lightly. He was dressed in a cream coloured suit with an open-top shirt, no tie- but when he removed the jacket later in the evening she would discover suspenders underneath.