Buckle up？you？re in for a wild ride！
better late than never？
Serena was once again lying in her all…white bed staring at the ceiling； trying to sleep now that
she？d finally admitted how she really felt。 The ceiling was pockmarked where she？d peeled off
dozens of glow…in…the…dark stars just before she left for Europe； and she？d been counting the
remaining stars for the last three hours； ever since she？d slipped the note into the Aston Martin。
She kept losing count and starting again。 And maybe she？d dozed off； or maybe not。 Henry shifted
onto his side； throwing his arm across her chest。 It felt heavy and suffocating。 She？d already been
in this exact place； exactly a year before： in love with Nate； but lying next to Henry。 She？d even
admitted it and gotten it off her chest； so why couldn？t she sleep？
Second thoughts？
She slid out of bed for the second time that morning and slipped into the hallway。 Downstairs a
few people were clanking bottles into the trash and whispering about their headaches。 From the
grandfather clock downstairs she heard that it wasn？t morning anymore at all： it was exactly noon。
She yanked at the long white T…shirt she was wearing。 It said BROWN in capital letters across her
chest and hung below her knees。
She didn？t even know where she was walking until she got there； but she soon found herself in
front of her parents？ closed bedroom