Eliza's Bag

The first Saturday of 1926 was rainy and cold. Eliza didn't care. She was young, she felt free, and she was full of excitement for the coming year. She was going to start her last year of her studies in English literature, and was about to finish the first draft of her first novel. Elliott would be a little jealous of her for publishing before he did, but perhaps he would also be proud of his woman's success. Lots to do in the year ahead, she thought, with a smile on her face. But tonight, friends, fun and glamour awaited them at The 43. Eliza put on her coat, picked her handbag, and walked down the stairs...