spilling only a little on the table in the process。
？Darling； wait；？ Lord Marcus jovially reprimanded her。 ？We？re having a toast。 We were waiting
for you。？
？What？s the occasion？？ asked Blair； holding in a burp。
？While you were inside； Camilla gave me the most wonderful news。？
She？s going to Switzerland to get her enormous nose fixed？ She？s finally ing out of the
closet as a big fat dyke？ She？s decided to bee a nun？
？She？s extending her stay。 She？ll be with us all summer long。 Isn？t that glorious？？ Lord Marcus
clinked his glass against hers。
Camilla took a dainty sip of her drink and put her hand protectively over Blair？s。
？We？ll be such good friends； we？ll be almost like sisters；？ she promised； this time sounding more
like the evil witchy stepmother who wants to eat Hansel and Gretel than one of the three little
pigs。
Blair smiled tightly and drained her glass quickly before turning back to Camilla。 ？I always
wanted anolder sister。？
Marcus wrapped his squash…toned arms around the two of them and squeezed them into a group
hug。 ？I knew you two would get along。？
He kissed them each on the cheek； and Blair closed her eyes； trying to pretend Camilla wasn？t
there。
Thank goodness she？s always had a vivid imagination。
a star is born （sort of）
Serena？s bright orange Herm？s rubber flip…flops thwacked noisily against the
black…and…white…checked marble floor of the Chelsea Hotel hallway as she made her way to room
609； where Ken Mogul was putting up her costar； Thaddeus Smith。 The Chelsea was probably the
most famous hotel in New York City。 Home to iconic artists like Andy Warhol and rock stars like
Janis Joplin； it had once suffered a terrible fire and all its famous residents had been forced out。
Now it was mostly a tourist trap； but it still had a historic sixties allure； and its basement housed a
dark； trendy bar； aptly named Serena。
Serena couldn？t understand why Thaddeus got to stay in a hotel and she had to live in a shabby
apartment with no A/C。 She？d been sitting alone； too hot to move； since Jason left； when Ken had
called and told her to e down for an impromptu rehearsal with Thad。 Serena took a deep
breath； fiddled nervously with the zippers on her gunmetal gray Balenciaga motor…cycle bag； and
knocked on the chipped door to room 609。
？Hi； you！？ she squealed happily when Vanessa Abrams opened the door。 It had only been a little
over two weeks since graduation； but it felt like this was their twentieth reunion or something。
Vanessa was wearing a black silk jersey wrap dress and the coolest silver flat sandals Serena had
ever seen。 ？You look amazing！？
Vanessa opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by Ken。 ？Serena；？ he called slowly。 He
was perched on the windowsill inside the large main room of the hotel suite； smoking an
unfiltered cigarette。 ？Wele to our universe！？
？Nice to see you again。？ Serena giggled as she stepped through the door and crossed the room；
which was flooded with light from Twenty…third Street。 The walls were painted an astringent mint
green that reminded her of the dorm bathrooms at Hanover Academy； the New Hampshire
boarding school where she？d spent her junior year。 There was an over…stuffed brown couch with
cracks and splits in the leather along the armrests； and dozens of little potted cactuses lined the
windowsill。 Serena could see an unmade king…size bed through the French doors。
？You can kind of picture all the people who？ve had sex here； can？t you？？ Vanessa whispered。
Serena wrinkled her nose。 Now she could。
？You know Vanessa； of course。？ Ken tossed his cigarette out of the open window behind
him。 ？I？ve asked her to e aboard as our director of photography。？
Not like she had any choice。
？Great； cool。？ Serena winked at Vanessa； who was now busying herself with some
serious…looking equipment。
？And I？m Thaddeus；？ a sexy voice announced as the star strolled in from the adjacent bedroom。
Thaddeus Smith was taller than Serena had expected； and his thick dirty blond hair stood on end；
giving him an extra inch or so。 He was wearing an unremarkable outfit of dark jeans and a faded
black Lacoste polo； collar standing up with a sort of dorky deliberateness。 Serena had the
impression that she already knew him； and in a way she did： she？d watched him romance a
sweet…faced Southern starlet in the two romantic edies they？d done together； she？d seen him
flee a homicidal maniac （who turned out to be his long…lost twin brother； also played by him in a
challenging dual role）。 She？d even seen him in a skintight white bodysuit； playing a mute
otherworldly creature awakened by the sun？s alignment with an ancient Mayan ruin。 She？d heard
that familiar baritone before； as he flirted and bantered on the talk shows； and of course she？d
scoped out his signature abs in countless Les Best underwear advertisements。 In person； he more
than lived up to the hype： he was gorgeous； from the golden stubble on the sharp planes of his face
to his tanned and perfect feet。
Thaddeus took Serena？s hand in his and shook it firmly。 ？It？s so great to meet you at last。？ His
light blue eyes locked with her dark blue ones； or was she just imagining it？
？You too；？ she breathed。
？I？m glad we？re all here； now；？ Ken began； lighting another cigarette。 He hugged his knees to his
chest； perching on the windowsill in his slippery…looking royal…blue bicycle shorts。 ？Scripts out。
And Thaddeus； from now on she？s Holly； not Serena。？
Thaddeus plopped down on the cracked leather sofa； tossing the throw pillows carelessly onto
the floor。 ？Have a seat； Holly。？
Serena dug into her bag to retrieve her script； then sat on the couch； resisting the urge to
immediately snuggle closer to her costar。
Becausethat just wouldn？t be professional。
Ken closed his eyes and breathed in deeply； his nostrils flaring。 He spread his fingers out in front
of him like insect feelers； hopped off the windowsill； and staggered toward the center of the room。
His eyes popped open when he bumped into the chipped wooden coffee table and a mountain of
script rewrites slid to the floor。 Then he leapt onto the table and crouched on its edge； leaning in
very close to the twosome。 ？We？re going to start with the big climax。 This is the emotional heart
of the movie and I want to nail this before we get to any of the other stuff。 Everything builds to
this moment。？
Ken was crouched so close Serena could smell his dank…cigarette breath。 She held up her script
as a barrier and started to page through it。 She？d assumed they？d read from the beginning。 She
knew her lines in the first few scenes but was a little shaky on the second half of the movie。
？So we？ll read through once and then let？s get up； get moving； find our space in the room； and
get this going； okay？ Vanessa？s going to roll； just to shoot some test footage so you guys can study
up on it later。 Sound good？？ Ken asked； still crouching like a gargoyle on the coffee table。
？Let？s go；？ nodded Thaddeus； tossing his script aside。
？Almost ready；？ interjected Vanessa； who was linking her hand