Zelda^©

When had Zelda been the happiest in her life? Summer tea dances at her parent’s country club, the day she first saw his head of blonde hair, that first trip to Manhattan, or the strolls together in Paris before the fame, money, the gin, and madness took control? Scott knew. It was that sultry evening in Montgomery that he first saw her, that night with the tiny flower in her hair – she was nothing like the other girls, she was perfect.