a　grudge　against　someone　so　lovely　and

talented；　and　that　she　was　wele　any　time。

？What　are　you　doing　back　in　the　city？？　She　grabbed　a　white　towel　and　wrapped　it　around　her

midriff。

The　little　man　folded　up　his　sunglasses　and　put　them　into　his　pocket。　？The　Hamptons　get　so　dull

at　the　end　of　the　summer。　All　the　fun？s　here　in　the　city！？　He　waved　his　petite　hands　in　the　air。　？You

certainly　are　at　the　center　of　all　the　action？I　can？t　believe　my　little　Serena　is　being　a　big；　big

movie　star！？　He　shrieked　and　grabbed　her　hands。　？I　just　went　to　a　screening　ofBreakfast　at　Fred？s　；

and　of　course　the　costumes　areto　die　for　；　if　I　do　say　so　myself；　but　you；　my　dear；　are　the　icing　on

the　German　chocolate　cake！？　he　added；　pinching　Stefan？s　toned　behind；　apropos　of　nothing。

Liz　Taylor　was　lounging　on　a　deck　chair　a　few　feet　away　with　a　little　white　Chihuahua　curled　at

her　feet。　She　looked　up　from　her　copy　of　ItalianVogue　；　and　her　dog　jumped　down　to　sniff

Cristobal？s　butt　curiously。

That？s　one　way　to　say　hello。

？Serena　van　der　Woodsen；　fromBreakfast　at　Fred？s　？？　the　woman　demanded　loudly　in　an

imperious　Spanish　accent。　So　she　wasn？t　Liz　Taylor　after　all。　？I　thought　you　looked　familiar。　I

absolutelyadored　that　movie。　。　。　。？　A　crowd　began　to　form　around　Serena。　Suddenly　it　hit　Nate　that

she　was　starring　in　a　big…time　film；　and　that　she　was　about　to　bee　really　famous；　a　movie　star。

He　wondered　if　from　now　on　it　was　going　to　be　like　this　all　the　time；　getting　stopped　on　the　street；

mobbed　by　fans；　paparazzi　following　them　everywhere。　Serena　smiled　shyly　as　she　autographed

someone？s　towel。　He　could　already　see　the　gossip　columns；　wondering　why　the　acpli