ked tipsily； passing Serena a silver Tiffany flask。 She hiccupped again。
“Alysia； I swear to God； if you embarrass me in front of any agents； I’m going to tell everyone you starred in a fat camp mercial when you were twelve；” Amanda said haughtily； elbowing Alison in the ribs。
Serena laughed； remembering all the mini fights she and Blair had had in elevators on the way to parties over the years。 It all seemed so long ago。
Does that mean it’s time for a rematch？
The elevator doors slid open to reveal the living room of Thaddeus’s apartment。 It was an enormous； loftlike space； with floor…to…ceiling windows that looked out onto the inky black Hudson River below。 The space was already crowded with scantily clad girls in red and white； and guys in jeans and white button…downs or red T…shirts。 The air felt twenty degrees hotter than in the elevator。
“Serena； baby！” Ira Green； the producer of Coffee at the Palace； greeted her； slapping his fleshy palm against her bare back。 “I noticed your boyfriend was here。 Great career move。” Ira nodded importantly。
“My boyfriend？” Serena asked in confusion； glancing around the crowded room。
“Breckin O’Dell？ Says in Page Six you’ve been canoodling。” Ira grabbed a glass of champagne off the tray of a passing server clad in a white bikini and red stilettos。 “Look； I’m all for it； but I don’t want you to get exclusive。 Not good for pre…film buzz。 In fact； I’d love for you to really spend the evening mingling。 I’ve got a couple of my own friends who’d love to meet you。”
“I’d like to meet them；” Amanda piped up； sticking her hand out for Ira to shake。 Serena took that moment to gracefully duck away； weaving between party guests toward the bar set up in the corner。 She usually loved parties；