air up into a high wet ponytail at the nape of her neck。 She searched around the edge of the hot tub for her dress。 It seemed like fate。 After all； why travel the world alone when she could ask Nate to e with her？
“Who was that？” Blair asked； glancing up at Serena。
“I have to go；” Serena said； sliding one slippery foot into a strappy Christian Louboutin sandal。 “I’ll be right back；” she fibbed； climbing out of the hot tub； slipping on her dress； and disappearing into the crowd。
Blair stared at her friend’s retreating back。 Her phone buzzed。
WAITING OUTSIDE。 YOU HERE？—NATE
Blair blinked at the message。 What the fuck？ H