outh with her
cocktail napkin。 “So； you never told me what you and Nate did all
summer。 Did you ever go up to Maine and see that boat he built？”
she asked； pletely changing the subject。
Blair shook her head。 “I had tennis camp。 It sucked。”
“Oh；” Serena said。
They drank their drinks in awkward silence。
Serena sat up suddenly； remembering something。 “Hey；” she said。
“You know； some girl actually signed up to help me with my movie？
A ninth grader。 Her name is Jenny。 And she gave me an invitation to
that party next week。 You know； the one you’ve been planning？”
Touché； girlfriend。 Touché。
Blair pulled another cigarette out of the pack and stuck it in her
mouth。 She reached for a match； pausing before she struck it to see
if the bartender would leap across the room with a lighter。 He didn’t。
Blair lit the cigarette herself and blew a big cloud of smoke directly
into Serena’s face。
So Serena knew about the party。 She had an invitation。 Well； she
was bound to find out anyway。
“The calligrapher；” Blair said； smiling sweetly。 “She’s good； isn’t
she？”
“Yeah； she did a great job；” Serena said。 “And it was really nice of
her to notice that mine had the wrong address on it。 She said the
address you gave her was my dorm room at Hanover。”
Blair tucked her hair behind her ears and shrugged her shoulders。
“Oops；” she sai