been a bridesmaid in less than a year ago。
？Now； I want it to be surprising and wonderful and luxurious； of course； but I don？t want
anything too over…the…top。 Nothingvulgar 。？ Eleanor wrinkled her ski jump of a nose and
straightened the hem of her skintight bronze silk Valentino skirt。 After giving birth to baby Yale
that spring； she was on a strict Pilates…and…no…carbs diet； and it was clearly working。 ？Although
Cyrus justloved the belly dancers in Corfu。？
？Eleanor； my dear； stop worrying。 This party will befabulicious ；？ Davita drawled； scribbling
notes in her hot pink； leather…bound notebook with a gold Montblanc pen； her signature
pencil…straight ass…length platinum blond hair draping almost to her knobby fishnetted knees。
Davita fumbled； dropping the pen； and then pulled an exact replica from her enormous
apricot…colored Marc Jacobs tote without missing a beat。
Serena ran her fingers over the miniskirt she？d made herself out of her faded Seven cutoffs。 Ever
since Blair and Nate had sailed off into the sunrise on her birthday morning； she had been
struggling to be her usual cheerful self。 Sitting in Blair？s living room wasn？t helping any。 As she
looked around at the gleaming oak floor； the heavy crimson silk drapes； the overstuffed
toffee…colored； silk…jacquard sofa； all Serena could think about was how she？d spent most of her
childhood running around this