You can never be too careful when it comes to elite, Hollywood dinner parties. It seems like someone always gets killed off by the end of the night. Aside from the fact that the evening began with the morbid death of our boss W. Anton Power, it really was a lovely party. We had so much in common! Besides all being glamorous and irresistibly interesting, we all--for various personal reasons--were just itching to dispose of Ole' Money Bags. The mutual loath for this man really brought us all together, and gave us heaps to talk about over the delicious Chinese cuisine. I haven't had so much fun since I was baptized!
The dazzling Denise N. Dayer (the neice and heir) getting cozy with Seldon "Sel" U. Lloyd
Ivande B. Ahlone evidently enjoying very much the company of Hackford "Hack" Ryder