17-year-old Gloria has it all: she's a wealthy Chicago socialite engaged to Harvard-graduate and most-eligible-bachelor Sebastian, despite their impending marriage being one of political and social convenience. Chicago's hottest speakeasy and its live jazz call to her--or at least the piano player does. But for Gloria to follow her heart, she'll have to be prepared to sacrifice everything. Her cousin Clara has just arrived in Chicago, playing the part of the innocent country girl despite running from her own tawdry flapper past. And Gloria's best friend Lorraine wants nothing more than to win their mutual friend Marcus's affections, but he only has eyes for another--despite Lorraine's increasingly-desperate attempts to catch his eye. 
 The ideas are solid and the prohibition setting is unusual, but those things aren't enough to overlook the dull characters and "tell, don't show"-ness of the writing. The cover will almost certainly suck in fans of The Luxe, with its sultry flapper striking a pose. 
 Can't speak to historical accuracy, though, as everything I know about the 1920s I gleaned from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.