Florian was the maî·tre d’ at the Hotel Belleclaire; he knew all of his customers’ secrets and traded them like currency.
Wren was an inventor who was sure he was going to invent the flying horse-and-buggy, if only those pesky Wright brothers would stop getting in his way!
Whitley’s just an old knickerbocker looking for the right lady to court, but so far none have responded to his telegrams.
Herbert made his fortune in the stock market, and as he looks forward to the year 1929, he’s sure nothing could ever bring him down.
Grover hates his name, because everyone’s always asking if he’s related to President Grover Cleveland. “That’s not how first names work,” he keeps telling people, but they just laugh at him.
Marion is a mysterious recluse who lives in the old house on the hill. The only time people see him is when he wags his cane at the no-good ruffians who sneak onto his property to steal his turnips.
Pearl is the head of the Women’s Christian Temperance Movement, but at night she drinks several glasses of homemade gin in secret.
Myrtle is having a passionate love affair with a man across the country — but they’ve only exchanged letters and never met. But she holds out hope that one they will (gasp!) hold hands.
Gladys is a gorgeous flapper who’s the most popular woman down at the speakeasy, but she’s secretly a reporter, exposing the secrets of all of the city’s elite.
Ida is the muse for all of the most celebrated artists and musicians in society, but little to they know that in her spare time, she’s working to overthrow the patriarchy.
Effie is a widow three times over, and all of her husbands have died under, let’s say, “mysterious circumstances.” But she’s escaped the law every time, and now she’s settled in a new town with a fresh bottle of cyanide and an all-new target in her sights.
Gertrude has plenty of suitors trying to snatch her hand for marriage, but she’s uninterested. Gertie prefers to spend her time writing brilliant novels and drinking her dates under the table.
