ent　center；　as　if　they　needed　two；　huge

marble　bathroom　with　hot　tub　and　two　fluffy　white　bathrobes。　That

was　other　great　thing　Serena　loved　about　hotels—the　bathrobes。

Doesn’t　everyone？

On　the　coffee　table　in　the　living　room　was　a　pile　of　photographs。

Serena　recognized　Nate’s　face　in　the　top　one　and　she　picked　them

up　and　shuffled　through　them。

Chuck　glanced　at　the　pictures　over　her　shoulder。　“Last　year；”　he

said；　shaking　his　head。　“We　were　pretty　crazy。”

Blair；　Nate；　Chuck；　Isabel；　Kati；　everyone　was　in　them；　naked　in　the

hot　tub；　dancing　in　their　underwear；　drinking　champagne　in　bed。

They　were　all　party　shots　from　last　year—the　date　was　in　the　corner

of　each　one—and　they　were　all　taken　in　the　suite。

So　Blair　had　lied。　Everyone　did　still　party　in　the　Basses’　suite；　same

as　always。　And　Blair　wasn’t　the　little　goody…goody　she　pretended　to

be　either　with　her　mock　SAT　and　her　prim　black　cardigan。　In　one

picture　Blair　was　wearing　only　her　underwear；　jumping　up　and　down

on　the　bed　with　a　magnum　of　champagne　in　her　hand。

Serena　gulped　her　drink　and　sat　down　on　one　end　of　the　couch。

Chuck　sat　down　at　the　other　end　and　pulled　her　feet　into　his　lap。

“Chuck；”　Serena　warned。

“What？　I’m　taking　your　boots　off　for　you；”　Chuck　said　innocently。

“Don’t　you　want　to　take　them　off？”

Serena　sighed。　She　felt　tired　all　of　a　sudden；　really