es a very beautiful； veryempty hotel suite。？ She inched a little closer to him on the pool ledge。
Nate grinned； the sun bouncing off the water and making his green eyes glitter even more than
usual。 He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a voice behind them。
？Serena van der Woodsen！？ a syrupy； high…pitched voice exclaimed。 They both turned to see
Bailey Winter； all five feet of the famous designer； dressed in a white linen suit； a hot pink
handkerchief in his pocket and an enormous pair of white sunglasses perched on his head。 His
houseboy； Stefan； was behind him； manning the leashes of Bailey？s five pugs。 ？You remember
Stefan；？ he chirped with a wave behind him。 ？And of course you remember Azzedine； Coco；
Cristobal； Gianni； and Madame Gres。？ He tittered； gesturing at the dogs。
How couldanyone forget？
？Of course！？ Serena jumped up and gave Bailey a damp hug。 ？It？s so good to see you！？ she
exclaimed affectionately。
After Bailey had designed the costumes forBreakfast at Fred？s； he？d invited Serena and Blair to
be live…in muses at his East Hampton summer home。 Their stay had had its share of problems；
mainly due to a pair of skinny Eastern European models determined to make their life there a
living hell。 In a horrendous scene at one of Bailey？s famous parties； they？d ruined his furniture；
horrified the guests； and then run out of the party？and away from the Hamptons？without so much
as a goodbye。 Serena had felt so guilty for leaving on such bad terms that she？d written Bailey a
note later on in the summer； apologizing for their behavior and thanking him for their stay。 He？d
written back saying that he couldn？t possibly hold