Jekyll Island, Georgia. Normally, I fall for the hot tomatoes, but this fine southern peach was a horse of a different color, so to speak. As we danced the night away, I was mesmerized by the soft peach of her skin and was all too well of aware of the delightful contrast it made to the elegant and revealing peach dress she wore.
Peach and White
J.P. Morgan didn’t mind Redd’s playfulness, as having sailed up from Biscayne Bay together Morgan knew Redd’s heart was in the right place. Redd eyed a fine Georgia peach to dance with and as luck would have it she wore a peach dress which was delightfully soft and subtle in comparison to his crisp white dinner jacket. It was most memorable.