Fiona Irving Donovan, the daughter of Flora Miller Biddle and the great-granddaughter of Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney, and her husband Mark Donovan, the son of the late Hedley...

Everyone ate caviar on corncakes and filet of beef, and the room was full of pretty women and fashion stars. Both the attractive blond Ford sisters, Charlotte and Anne, were there, looking good like heiresses should. Then there was Gloria Vanderbilt in the height of Vanderbilt chic and Jackie Astor Drexel and C.Z. Guest at the top of their form. To say nothing of Marta Corral of Buenos Aires, Helena Hackley and Beatrice Santo Domingo, perennial specials on the fashion plate. It was a night the men had to content themselves with playing supporting roles for a change.

Valentino and Giancarlo Giammetti blew into town from California -- they needed a New York fix -- and on the spur of the moment, the beauteous Marina Palma (wearing a saucy short chiffon vintage Valentino) gave them a party at her splendid apartment, quickly filled with splendid models and their semi-splendid dates when they heard Val and Gian were in town. When you looked beyond the sea of lofty, leggy, lovely girls, including such vedettes as Elle Macpherson and Amber Valletta, you saw such civilians as Liz Mezzacappa, Judy and Al Taubman, Susan and John Gutfreund, Marina and Francesco Galesi, Blaine and Robert Trump, Linda Wachner, Veronica Hearst, Liz Tilberis, Beatrice and Julio Mario Domingo, Betsy Bloomingdale, like that. It just happened to be Valentino's birthday and while the orchestra in the foyer struck up "Happy Birthday," a huge white cake with four red Valentino dresses frosted thereon was carried in while the guests sang away. You would have loved it. Going almost -- almost -- unnoticed in the crowd was one Sharon Stone, who, for some reason or other had de-glamorized herself for the night. She was wearing a pair of those little black round glasses that make you look as though you're blind, her hair pulled back in disarray and tied with a black ribbon and the sort of black dress that can best be summed up as nothing. Why? She could certainly have done with a touch of makeup -- she was wearing none. Even an ice pick would have helped. On the other hand, Elle Macpherson in a long red dress that clung to every inch of her six feet-plus had the room reeling.
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