The private salon on the second floor of the museum had been reserved for high-level donors and diplomats, offering a tranquil retreat from the thumping orchestra and crowded ballroom below. Dimly lit by antique brass lamps, the room featured velvet banquettes and heavy brocade curtains overlooking the moonlit canopy of Central Park. A white-jacketed waiter approached with a silver tray bearing two crystal flutes of vintage Dom Pérignon. 'A toast…
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