Juliet was practically bouncing off the walls from excitement. Her first Gatsby party! She'd heard the stories but had never been able to go, first because her parents had forbidden it until she turned eighteen and then she'd been guilted into staying behind and watching her younger siblings when he'd thrown the last ones before she'd come back in time.
She walked into the house wearing a green dress that Aunt Rarity had altered right quick to fit her. Juliet had called in a near panic at the idea of not having anything to wear that would fit the theme. The house looked completely different set up at night for a jazz party than it had during daylight hours for the summer pool parties she'd attended growing up. It was magical.