It was already after eleven； and the suite was filled with guys in khakis and wrinkled button…downs and girls in tight dresses or bikinis。 Everyone looked like they were trying to look fifteen years old。
You never can go back。
“How are you？” Serena exclaimed eagerly as she plopped on the couch next to Isabel。 “How’s Casey？” she asked； remembering the name of Isabel’s lesbian lover from last year。
“Oh。” Isabel turned bright red。 “I have no idea。 I’m actually dating this guy named Chad；” she announced as she pretended not to stare jealously at Serena’s legs。 Serena was wearing a denim miniskirt she’d fashioned out of a pair of ancient Sevens and an extra…large Marc by Marc Jacobs sweater。 On anyone else； the outfit would have looked sloppy。 On Serena； it looked stunning。
Of course。
“How are you？” Laura cooed； as if she hadn’t been gossiping about her just moments before。 She grabbed Serena’s long blond hair and bed her manicured fingernails through it enviously。 “Are these extensions？”
“No。 Love your hair though。 It’s such a pretty shade of red；” Serena lied。 Laura’s normally brown hair had been dyed an unnatural Hawaiian Punch color。 “I haven’t been to a salon in forever。”
“Are you working on a movie？” Rain asked； wrinkling her ski…jump nose； which now had a small scar from where her nose piercing had been。
“No。 I’m not sure I really want to do movies anymore。” Serena shrugged。 She hadn’t acted since Coffee at the Palace； and had decided to take a break for the foreseeable future。 The only problem was； she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do now。 Part of her was thinking about going back to school—she had only deferred from Yale and could still go if she wanted to—but the idea of sitting in a classroom seemed so c