meant it and wasn’t just being polite。 “Things are okay。 Just working a lot。 We’re filming a sequel to Breakfast at Fred’s that’s ing out in the summer； so that’s fun…。” Serena trailed off。 Even though she’d been on the cover of the October issue of Vanity Fair； part of her felt stuck。 She’d e home from her big premiere； thinking it would be the greatest night of her life； to her same pink childhood bedroom in her parents’ sprawling Upper East Side penthouse。 If possible； she almost felt less grown…up than she had before graduating； especially since she now had an agent and a publicist who told her exactly what to wear； what to say； and who to be seen with。 The real world felt a lot different than she’d imagined。
“A sequel sounds great！” Isabel cooed。 “Anyway； I was just showing Casey all of our old haunts。 Remember hours trying things on at Barneys； and then so much time just eating spaghetti and meatballs upstairs at Fred’s？ That all feels like so long ago now；” she mused； nuzzling her head against Casey’s。 The guys standing around them were all drooling over the lesbian…chic couple。
“It does；” Serena agreed wholeheartedly。 Just a matter of months ago； she and Blair and Kati and Isabel would meet before school to smoke Merits on the Met steps and imagine their lives in college。 Now； Blair was pre…law at Yale； Isabel was a lesbian； Kati was running around with pink Greek letters on her ass； and Serena was trying to make a go of it in the movies。
“So； have you seen anyone yet？” Isabel asked。
“No。” Serena shook her head。 For her； only two people really mattered： Blair and Nate。 She and Blair had kept in touch since Blair headed up to New Haven； and once Serena had sent Blair a package full of Wolford stockings and black…and…white cookies； in a