little farther
away； as if afraid she was going to kick him next。 ？What； are you worried you？ll miss all the good
sales at Barneys？？ ？Yeah； actually。？ Blair crossed her arms over her chest。
He nodded his dreadlocked head sympathetically and took another puff from his herbal cigarette；
which smelled like boiled broccoli and Lysol。 ？So； how？s everybody been while I was gone？？ His
voice was muffled by Mookie； who was practically sitting on his face at this point。 ？How？s
Vanessa？？ ？Can you move that disgusting mutt so I can see you？？ Blair pulled her newly long hair
back into a ponytail。 Aaron shoved Mookie off of his chest。 The dog whimpered and slid
reluctantly onto the floor。
？So； how？s Vanessa？？ He asked again； sitting up and crossing his legs Indian style。 ？Is she
ing to the Met party？？ ？I think so。？ Blair picked up a nail file from the floor and began
furiously filing away at her ring finger。 ？But she？ll be ing from her sister？s wedding in
Brooklyn； so she？ll probably get there late。Why do you care anyway？？ ？Who said I care？？ Aaron
raised one eyebrow and grinned mischievously。 ？Maybe I？m just curious。？ True love never lies；
part deux？
summertime； and the living？s easy 。 。 。
？Your lemonade； Miss van der Woodsen。？
A crisp； British…accented voice woke Serena from her light slumber。 She looked up to see a
handsome waiter leaning over her； a gleaming silv