Confessions Of The Retro Fab Queen: Infidelity Seduction And A Flapper's Allure. Part 1

👒The cloche hat sits perfectly atop my bobbed hair, its felt brim framing my face just as Mademoiselle Chanel insists it should. My drop-waisted dress in midnight blue crepe de chine skims daringly above my knees, a handkerchief hemline dancing around my silk-stockinged legs. The strand of pearls—long, of course—swings with every step I take down Boulevard Montparnasse.👠 To the world, I am the epitome of la garçonne—the modern Parisian woman of 1925, liberated and chic. They call me The Paris Retro Fab Queen, 👸🏻a title I've earned through my impeccable style and my knack for embracing the bold new fashions while adding my own nostalgic touches. But beneath the perfect silhouette, my heart carries the weight of uncertainty.

Retro Fab Queen

The Man with Secrets

🕺🏼Henri entered my life three months ago at a gallery opening in Montparnasse. Tall, with brilliantined hair and a suit cut in the latest English style, he spoke passionately about art and literature📕 in a way that made me forget my usual caution with men. After a string of heartbreaks with painters👨🏻‍🎨 who preferred their models to become their mistresses and writers who turned my confidences into thinly veiled stories for their expatriate friends, I had sworn off romance.❤️

🕺🏼But Henri was different—attentive, cultured, and seemingly devoted. Until last week, when I noticed how he stiffened at the mention of Montmartre and changed the subject whenever conversation turned to the cabarets. 💃🏻The way he averted his eyes when we walked past posters for the Revue nègre starring Josephine Baker. The mysterious telephone calls ☎️that leave him distracted and anxious.

My heart sank. The cabaret world of Paris has exploded since Ada "Bricktop" Smith arrived from Harlem in 1924, followed by Josephine Baker a year later. These vibrant establishments have become synonymous with jazz, 🎷freedom, and a certain type of woman—the flapper who dances the Charleston until dawn, who smokes cigarettes, who defies convention not just in her dress but in her moral outlook.💄

"💋He was particularly close with a dancer called Lilou," Simone continued, her eyes sympathetic but unflinching. "A performer known for her 'banana dance' interpretation. They appeared...intimate."

Buckle Up, Darlings! 🚀✨ The stage is set, the spotlight ready. Stay tuned for the next post where we unveil the enigmatic world of the Retro Fab Queen. Get ready for a journey of style, sophistication, and pure edgy elegance. The countdown begins now! Subscribe and join us on Wenesday April 9th.🥂🍾