Titled "The Iceberg," Fitzgerald wrote it when she was in high school as either a 17 or 18-year old, and is now published in The New Yorker for the first time.
A line from early in the story:
Her two sisters, younger than she, were married and established for life long ago; yet here she remained at thirty years of age, like a belated apple or a faded bachelor’s button, either forgotten or not deemed worth the picking.
The story is lighter in tone than that tiny excerpt suggests, and about as in-depth an analysis of marrying later in life as you'd expect from a 17-year old.
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