Later that evening, at a party at the Pierre Hotel, Pat DeCicco was there and insisted they get married and Gloria consented.
At seventeen, she felt unworthy to be loved by a man like Howard who treated her like a queen.
Gloria’s mother had many affairs with handsome, dashing, titled men but she was also a lesbian.
Her one great love was His Serene Highness Prince Friedel Hohenlohe, a great grandson of Queen Victoria.
‘He had a monocle in one eye and carried himself as though a rod had been rammed up his behind’.
‘Every time I saw him was scarier than the time before’, Gloria wrote in her book Once Upon A Time: A True Story.
Gloria’s mother would have become a ‘Serene Highness’ had she married Prince Friedel but more importantly she would have lost her trust fund. The engagement was ended.
Fascinating, glamorous, mesmerizing in her zaftig splendor, Nada had a mop of tousled red and orange hair and lacquered her nails the same shade of mahogany as my mother.
Her mother's most passionate and longest relationship was to follow – with Lady Nada Milford Haven, who was related to the Russian royal family as well as to a great-grandson of Queen Victoria.
‘Fascinating, glamorous, mesmerizing in her zaftig splendor, Nada had a mop of tousled red and orange hair and lacquered her nails the same shade of mahogany as my mother’.
‘She wore dresses of soft, flowing fabrics and carried a cigarette in an ivory holder’.
The older Gloria, shy and passive appeared happy now to the seven-year old girl.
‘I didn’t know it then, but I realize now it was because they were madly in love’.
Once during a stay in London, little Gloria spied on them through a half-open door and saw them ‘sitting together on a sofa, arms around each other, laughing and whispering in front of a glowing fire’.
Her mother caught her daughter staring and told her there was a draft coming in and run on out and play.
The lesbian relationship became public in 1934 when being gay was a terrible scandal, considered evil and a crime that warranted imprisonment or institutionalization.
It was viewed as heinous as murder.
‘The allegation that my beautiful mother was a lesbian, clamped down on my ten-year-old heart, squeezing it hard… Pain scrambled my brain, sucking me in a whirlpool of vile thoughts. I didn’t understand what it meant.’
Little Gloria had no one to speak about it with and ‘I became obsessively worried that I, too, would grow up to be like my mother: a lesbian’.
That floated in and out of her mind along with her terror as a child that she might have inherited her father’s alcoholism that killed him when she was only fifteen months.
Gloria climbed under the covers with a classmate of hers from Miss Porter’s School, a private preparatory school for girls in Farmington, Connecticut.
Her best friend reminded her of her cherished Irish nanny, Dodo and she just wanted to please her.
It was during an Easter vacation at Gloria’s Aunt Gertrude’s house on New York’s Fifth Avenue. The girls cuddled down in the four-poster canopied bed and started to fondle.