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the　champagne。？

Blair　rode　the　elevator　up　to　her　family？s　penthouse　overlooking　Central　Park　at　Seventy…second

Street。　When　the　elevator　doors　rolled　open　she　instantly　recognized　Serena？s　new　navy　blue

cashmere　pea　coat　flung　carelessly　on　top　of　the　toile　Louis　XVI　chaise　in　the　foyer。　It　was　still

hard　to　get　used　to　the　idea　of　Serena　hanging　out　at　her　house　when　she　wasn？t　even　home。

？Blair？？　Serena？s　voice　echoed　out　of　the　former　guest　room；　which　now　belonged　to

Aaron。　？Get　in　here。　Where　have　you　been？？

？Hold　on；？　Blair　called。　She　pulled　off　her　light　blue　duffle　coat　and　hung　it　up　in　the　coat　closet。

She　didn？t　really　feel　like　explaining　her　drastic　new　look　to　Serena　and　Aaron　while　they　were

sitting　around　in　their　underwear　or　something　equally　nauseating；　but　she　didn？t　see　how　she

could　get　out　of　it。　If　she　ignored　them；　they？d　soon　be　banging　her　door　down；　bouncing　up　and

down　on　her　bed；　and　demanding　her　attention　like　immature　imbeciles。

The　smell　of　herbal　cigarette　smoke　wafted　out　into　the　hall。　？Hey；？　she　called；　standing　outside

the　half…opened　door。

？e　on　in；？　Aaron　slurred。　After　two　glasses　of　Dom　Perignon　he　was　already　tipsy。　？We？re

having　a　party。？

Blair　pushed　open　the　door。　The　room　had　been　redecorated　for　Aaron　in　shades　of　aubergine　and

cerulean；　with　funky　fifties　gray　metal　shutters　in　the　windows　instead　of　curtains　and　giant　vinyl

beanbag　chairs　on　the　floor　to　lounge　around　on。　The　woven　organic　hemp　mat　covering　the

hardwood　floor　was　littered　with　CD　cases；　puter　games；　DVDs；　music　magazines；　and　library

books　about　Jamaican　Rasta　culture　and　the　evils　of　the　meat　industry。　Serena　and　Aaron　were

sitting　on　the　disheveled　Edwardian　four…poster　bed；　drinking　champagne　out　of　her　mother？s　best

crystal　flutes；in　their　underwear　；　just　as　Blair　had　predicted。　Actually；　Serena　was　wearing　one　of

Aaron？s　oversized　hunter　green　BRONXDALEATHLETICT…shirts；　with　her　white　satin　La　Perla

panties　peeking　out　from　underneath　it。

Well；　at　least　it　wasnice　underwear。

Blair　was　about　to　ask　what　the　big　occasion　was　when　Serena　blurted　out；　？Aaron　got　in！　He　got

into　Harvard！？

Blair　stared　at　them；　bile　rising　in　her　throat。　It　was　hard　enough　to　look　at　Serena？s　gorgeous

abundance　of　long；　pale　blond　hair　now　that　her　own　hair　was　sitting　in　a　trash　can　back　on

Fifty…seventh　Street；　but　the　smug　smile　on　Aaron？s　annoying　dreadlocked　face　was　enough　to

make　her　want　to　projectile　vomit　all　over　his　stupid　cruelty…free　rug。

？Pull　up　a　beanbag；？　Aaron　offered。　He　pointed　to　the　Harvard　mug　sitting　on　his　desk。　？That

mug？s　pretty　clean　if　you　want　some　champagne。？

Serena　waved　a　sheet　of　cream…colored　paper　in　the　air。　？Listen　to　this。　？Dear　Mr。　Rose；？？　she

read　aloud。　？？We　have　reviewed　your　application　and　we　are　very　pleased　to　inform　you　of　your