n the windsurfing boards；
pretending not to see。 The sea was so clear and in a tone of blue…green that seemed so
perfect false。
Serena is seated on the porch； smoking a Gitane and browsing the French Elle； hoping that
Blair got it before finding the other in the dining room for a late lunch。 She had washed
her hair； which fell on the shoulders and naked on the back of his top yellow Diane von
Furstenberg。 After the bath； she became one of self tanning lotion Lanc？me throughout the
body and the skin had acquired a healthy golden brown。 The tiny mini…skirt of denim
Agnes B。 poorly covered the thighs； and feet were a pair of sandals from strips of white
leather encrusted crystals。
Near the grade of the deck； a hummingbird sugava the pollen of a hibiscus； a flower adejando
the other。 Serena wondered why was not a single flower； and take a good long drink and
instead of getting it moving much。
Good question。
… Hello？ Forgiveness？ … Serena heard a man say with a French accent。 She erased the
cigarette with the soles of sandals and stood up。 A man using a shirt Isle of Ia Paix was
stopped at the foot of the staircase of the deck； holding a huge bouquet of flowers tropical
rare。 … ？a e'est pour vous；
mademoiselle … he announced； bringing the flowers up and deliver them to Serena。
My God。 Will Flow were spies or something？ How did he find？
Serena took the flowers and smell。
… Thank you。
… No problem … he replied。 He was almost turning around when Blair opened the screen door of
the village and went to the deck。
… It is better that my mother has an account on the bar she said Serena even before
realizing the