entmindedly braiding her hair over one shoulder。 ？I？m going to
Santa Cruz at the end of the summer anyway。 I have no claim on you。 But we？ve had a great time；
haven？t we？？
？Sure。 It？s been amazing。？ He paused。 ？Do you hear that？？
A dull roar broke the evening？s quiet： the sound of honking horns and idling cars mixed with the
occasional scream and the relentless clicks of a thousand cameras。
？Is that the party？？ Bree remarked。 ？It？s so 。 。 。noisy 。？
Did she expect the party of the month to be a quiet affair？
？e on；？ Dan urged； grabbing her hand； thrilled he had an excuse to cut the conversation short。
He was not in the mood to discuss the state of his relationship with Vanessa。 And the truth was； he
had no answers。 ？I don？t want to be late。？
Holly Golightly？s quiet street was quiet no more。 There were barricades and bouncers stationed
at both ends of the block； and an honest…to…God red carpet right down the middle of the street and
up to the town house。 On Second Avenue； the line of limos was two blocks long； and on the corner
was a roped off area heaving with reporters and photographers。
At the door of the town house； Dan surrendered his invite to the massive goateed bouncer； who
nodded gruffly and stamped their hands much more forcefully than was neces…sary。
？Want something to drink？？ Dan asked Bree as they strolled past a long table set with elegant
champagne flutes。
？I？m not sure I should be drinking tonight；？ Bree replied in such a stern tone that Dan couldn？t
help but think she was implying thathe shouldn？t drink either。
Well； isn？t she the life of the party？
Dan grabbed two glasses？if she wasn？t going to drink； t