Claudia stands in exquisite disarray in a ""creamy satin chemise"" contemplating 1922 Paris and the drear prospect of growing old in the Junior League back home. But it is in her chiffon frock with the Cartier pearls that she adores French comte Philippe, he of the ""impeccably cut evening clothes""--she even doffs her challis blouse for him. Bereft back in New York, Claudia weds her sister's beau Sam--but, for him, the white lawn nightgown trimmed with fluted Val isn't worth the elevating. And not until Claudia's been a mother, widow, and a divorcee (from darkly menacing husband #2, a wealthy entrepreneur with an underworld background) will she and Philippe be reunited. A brief passionate interlude, and Philippe is a WW II casualty--leaving Claudia to wilt and then revive with accolades for her well-attired volunteer work and a reappraisal from that well-suited second husband. Decidedly overdressed.