About 1925
He was walking up Park Avenue, trying hard to look like Gary Cooper, when he saw her for the first time. A proper lady she was, arrayed in all the finery and elegance her wealthy pappy could afford, a refreshing change from those obnoxious flappers with their short skirts and impertinent ways.
He tipped his hat to her just like an English chappy, hoping that she was impressed by his Arrowed collars and white spats.
"Pleased to meet you," he said to her. "I'm Thurston Howell III."
"Eunice Wentworth," she said breathlessly, her eyes widening in delight.
Little did they know that forty years later, they'd find themselves stranded on an uncharted island in the Pacific with five other castaways.