ters to attend to；
like buying a dress？
Serena pulled off the hat she was wearing and tried on a black silk one with tiny faux pearls
stitched all over it and a cropped black mesh just…over…the…eyes veil。 She pursed her glossy lips at
the mirror and decided she looked like Madonna inEvita ； or some mobster？s trophy wife。 That
was one of the things she loved about acting so much。 She could bat her thick…lashed； deep blue
eyes at the audience from behind a veil and suddenly she was a tragic figure badly in need of a
little TLC or； at the very least； a stiff cocktail。
This particular hat was very dramatic； which was exactly the way she？d been feeling lately。 Not
depressed dramatic； or ecstatic dramatic； but behaving…in…a…way…that…wasn？t…exactly herself
dramatic。 She stole a sidelong glance at Blair； who was fervently flicking through a rack of dresses；
refusing to even acknowledge Serena？s presence。 Serena exchanged the black hat for a hideous
thick purple velvet headband with fake fruit and leaves sewn all over it。 If only Blair would look
her way； Serena knew she？d pee her pants with amusement。 But Blair kep