base for her band； SugarDaddy。 It wasn？t like anyone in her family cared if she missed graduation。
She？d get her diploma in the mail； and Blair could return the dress。 It wasn？t a big deal。
Right。 We believe you。
There was a scratching sound at the front door。 Vanessa left her room and flicked on the living
room light as someone shoved a piece of paper underneath the door。 She recognized Dan？s boyish
scrawl before she even knelt down to pick it up。
Can？t make it through graduation tomorrow without seeing you one more time。 I？m upstairs。
？D
Not again！
Vanessa left the dress on and clomped upstairs to the roof in her Michael Kors wedgies。 It was a
mild June evening； almost nine； but not quite dark。 Traffic snaked on and off of the Williamsburg
Bridge； and a chorus of fire alarms sounded down on Broadway。 A hurricane lantern swung from
the steel frame supporting the water tower。 Beneath it； Dan was sitting in the lotus position； naked；
with a thick paperback book open in his lap。
？What are you doing？？ Vanessa demanded。
Dan looked up； his love…struck face illuminated by the lamp。 He was all shimmery with it？the
light and his plete adoration of her。 ？Wow；？ he murmured softly。 ？You look so pretty。 It？s
almost like how？？ He stopped with an embarrassed smile。
？What？？ Vanessa folded her arms across her chest。 If she and Dan hadn？t already been best
friends for so long； she might have been more upset by his freaky naked stalking appearances。 But
Dan was Dan？she could only muster mild irritation。
？You look like how I imagine you？d look at our wedding；？ Dan blurted haltingly。
Whoa。
Vanessa decided that the only appr