天锡小说网

第16部分（第1页）

“Hi；”　Serena　said；　beaming　at　Jenny　and　setting　her　tray　down。

God；　she　was　beautiful。　Her　hair　was　the　pale　gold　color　some　of　the

other　Constance　girls　tried　to　achieve　by　spending　four　hours　in　the

hair　salon　on　the　top　floor　of　Bergdorf　Goodman　getting　their

highlights　done。　But　Serena’s　was　natural；　you　could　tell。

“Did　I　just　see　you　sign　up　to　help　with　my　movie？”　Serena　asked。

Jenny　nodded；　speechless　in　the　presence　of　such　greatness。

“Well；　you’re　the　only　one　so　far；”　Serena　sighed；　sitting　down

across　from　Jenny；　facing　the　wall　of　mirrors。　She　didn’t　have　to

worry　about　feeling　fat　when　she　ate。　She　didn’t　have　any　fat。　She

raised　her　golden　eyebrows　at　Jenny。　“So；　what　can　you　do？”

Jenny　poked　at　her　grilled　cheese。　She　couldn’t　believe　she’d　gotten

two　sandwiches。　Serena　probably　thought　she　was　a　disgusting　pig。

“Well；　I’m　pretty　artistic。　I　did　the　school　hymnals；　you　know；　in

calligraphy？　And　I’ve　got　some　photographs　in　Rancor　this　year；　and

a　short　story；”　Jenny　explained。

Rancor　was　Constance’s　student…run　arts　magazine。　Vanessa

Abrams　was　the　editor。

“Oh；　and　I　just　did　the　invitations　for　that　big　party　next　week　that

everyone’s　going　to；”　Jenny　said；　eager　to　impress。　“Blair　Waldorf

asked　me　to　do　them。　Actually　。　。　。”　Jenny　reached　into　her　bag　and

pulled　out　an　envelope　with　Serena’s　name　printed　on　it　in　ornate

calligraphy。　“The　guest　list　Blair　gave　me　still　had　your　boarding

school　address。　I　was　going　to　put　it　in　your　locker　or　something；”

Jenny　said；　blushing。　“But　now　that　you’re　here　。　。　。”　She　handed　the

envelope　to　Serena。

Do　I　sound　like　a　stalker？　Jenny　wondered。

“Thanks；”　Serena　said；　taking　the　envelope。　She　opened　it　and　read

the　invitation　inside；　her　eyes　dark；　her　forehead　creased　in　a　frown。

Oh；　God。　She　thinks　it’s　ugly！　Jenny　thought；　panicking。

Serena　put　the　invitation　in　her　bag　and　picked　up　her　fork　again；

looking　distracted。　She　took　a　bite　of　lettuce　and　chewed　on　it。

Jenny　was　taking　mental　notes　on　how　to　act　as　mysterious；　poised；

and　cool　as　Serena　was　acting　at　that　very　moment。　If　only　she

could　have　heard　the　livid　thoughts　in　Serena’s　head；　railing　against

Blair。

She　didn’t　want　me　to　e　to　the　party。　She　didn’t　even　tell　me

there　was　a　party。

“Wow；”　Serena　said　finally；　still　munching　her　lettuce。　“Okay；　you’re