so
sorry。？
Aaron handed her the letter and she glanced at it reluctantly。
Dear Mr。 Rose； We have reviewed your application and we are very pleased to inform you of
your acceptance to Harvard University？s class of？Serena？s blue eyes were suddenly
enormous。 ？You got in！ Oh baby； you got in！？
Behind them； Myrtle； the cook； walked briskly down the hall with a drooling； panting Mookie
trailing after her。 Her light yellow maid？s uniform was spattered with something orangey…red and
she looked pissed。
？Myrtle； Aaron got intoHarvard ；？ Serena announced proudly。 She put her arms around her
boyfriend and gave him a squeeze。 ？Isn？t that amazing？？
Myrtle was unimpressed。 She thrust Mookie？s leash at Aaron； her fleshy wrists jangling with
gold bracelets and her work…weary hands smelling of onions。 ？Better take that dog with you where
you？re going；？ she chided before stomping back to the kitchen in her new white Nike tennis shoes。
Serena and Aaron grinned mischievously at each other。 ？I think this calls for a little celebration；
don？t you？？ Aaron asked； his relief mutating instantaneously into cockiness。
Serena tweaked his adorable freckled nose with a slender forefinger。 ？I know where they keep
the champagne。？
Blair rode the elevator up to her family？s penthouse overlooking Central Park at Seventy…second
Street。 When the elevator doors rolled open she instantly recognized Serena？s new navy blue
cashmere pea coat flung carelessly on top of the toile Louis XVI chaise in the foyer。 It was still
hard to get used to the idea of Serena hanging out at her house when she wasn？t even home。
？Blair？？ Serena？s voice echoed out of the former gue