her。 ？You look 。 。 。 fortable。？ ？Cheerio； old chap；？ Serena responded in a playful； mock…British
accent； and held up the black key card； marked with only four letters？SHPH。 ？Soho House
Penthouse；？ she explained with a flirtatious wink。
Nate reached for the card to get a closer look； but she playfully swatted his hand away。
He shrugged and took off his shirt； settling into the plush white lounge…chair cushion。 ？Your
British accent sounds faker than Madonna？s。？ He picked up her glass of lemonade and took a long
swig； smacking his lips in satisfaction as he put the half…empty glass back down。
？First you insult my accent； and then you drink my lemonade？ You？re in for it； buddy。？ She
stood and grabbed his arm； dragging him toward the pool。 They tumbled over the edge and hit the
water with a loud splash； narrowly missing an Elizabeth Taylor look…alike in a white one…piece
swimsuit and matching head turban doing water calisthenics in the shallow end。 Maybe it
reallywas Elizabeth Taylor。
？Excuse me。？ The woman scowled； moving away from Serena and Nate as they stood in the
water dripping and panting。
Serena took a deep breath and plunged underneath the surface of the water。 For as long as she
could remember； she？d loved being underwater； the whole world drowned out； only the sound of
gently rushing water in her ears。 She opened her eyes； the chlorine stinging them sl