波波小说

第7部分（第1页）

and　possibly　hoping　that　she？d　make　a　dumb…blond；　spoiled…starlet　mistake？that　made　her　feel

quivery　inside。　She？d　grown　up　having　people　look　at　and　talk　about　her；　but　this　was　the　first

time　anyone　had　asked　for　her　own　original　thoughts。

Agh！

？Which　college；　Serena？？　another　reporter　yelled　out；　startling　her　from　her　moment　of　reverie。

？I？m　heading　to　Yale　on　Sunday；　actually；？　she　replied；　a　bit　more　confidently　than　she　actually

felt。　She　pushed　her　hair　off　her　shoulders　and　continued。　？I　just　want　to　be　a　normal　girl　for　a

while。You　know；　go　to　school；　be　like　everyone　else。？　As　if　that　were　evenremotely　possible。

？Normal　girl？　Ha！　Not　if　I　can　help　it！？　a　deep　male　voice　rang　out。　Reporters　turned　to　see　Ken

Mogul　making　his　way　toward　the　terrace　through　the　suite；　balancing　a　bottle　of　champagne　and

two　crystal　champagne　flutes　in　his　hands。　His　bulging　blue　eyes　looked　like　they　might　rocket　out

of　his　face；　and　his　shoulder…length；　curly　red　hair　had　been　smoothed　down　and　pulled　into　a　low

ponytail。　He　was　trailed　by　Jade；　who　towered　over　him　in　her　ridiculously　high　gold　snakeskin

Jimmy　Choos。　Just　when　it　seemed　he　was　going　to　take　a　seat；　Ken　jumped　onto　the　outdoor

coffee　table　which　was　covered　with　champagne　glasses；　sending　them　crashing。

Serena　shook　her　head　slightly；　feeling　a　little　dazed。　Between　the　constant　snap　and　glitter　of

flashbulbs；　the　champagne；　the　close　proximity　of　Thad；　and　now　this　weird　performance；　her

head　was　spinning　and　she　felt　like　she　needed　to　go　back　into　the　AC。

Little　Miss　Demanding。　She　really　is　being　a　Hollywood　star！

From　his　high　perch；　Ken　poured　Serena　a　flute　of　Veuve　Clicquot　and　clinked　his　full　glass

against　hers。　？Serena　van　der　Woodsen　is　the　greatest　talent　of　the　twenty…first　century；　and　though

some　of　you　may　think　I？ve　sold　out　by　shootingBreakfast　at　Fred？s　entirely　inside　the

mainstream　zeitgeist；　it　is　Serena　who　is　my　greatest　independent　work　of　art。？　Okay。What　exactly

did　he　just　say？

He　hopped　off　the　table　and　laid　himself　flat　on　the　ground　at　Serena？s　Herm？s…sandaled　feet；

murmuring；　？I？m　not　worthy；？　over　and　over　again。

Serena　blushed。　She　certainly　didn？t　feel　like　an　independent　work　of　art？far　from　it。　She　was

just　a　confused　high　school　graduate　who　was　going　to　college　because　she　wasn？t　exactly　sure

what　to　do　next。　She　looked　up　and　saw　Ken　Mogul？s　gorgeous　wife　looking　at　her　coldly；　arms

folded　across　her　chest。　Serena　shrugged　shyly；　as　if　to　let　her　know　that　she　wasn？t　really　into　all

this　ass…kissing；　star…worship　stuff。

The　cameras　went　crazy；　clicking　away　like　mad。　Ken　sat　up　abruptly　and　held　his　stubbly　hand

in　front　of　his　face。　？Gentlemen；　please！？　he　shouted。　The　flashes　stopped　as　quickly　as　they？d

started；　and　the　crowd　grew　silent　again；　waiting　for　Ken　to　speak。　？Not　only　do　we　begin

shooting　the　sequel　toBreakfast　at　Fred？s　next　month；　but　I　plan　to　shoot　a　new　film　this　spring；　in

the　style　of　the　visionary　director　Fran？ois　Truffaut？a　gritty；　black…and…white　exercise　in　emotional

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