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about　the　clothes　to　ask　to　see　more；　you　had　no　purpose　shopping　there。

？We？re　all　out　of　the　golfing　jackets；　I？m　afraid；？　the　bleached…blond　salesgirl　answered　in　an

English　accent。　She　was　dressed　all　in　white；　too。　Even　her　sneakers　were　made　of　white　pony

fur。　？My　manager　nicked　the　last　one　for　himself。？

Serena　examined　a　gorgeous　red…and…white…striped　silk　tennis　dress　hanging　on　a　hook

nearby。　？Damn；？　she　said　under　her　breath。　？I　keep　seeing　that　jacket　in　magazines　and　I　thought　it

would　be　the　perfect　thing。？　Les　Best　was　her　favorite　new　designer；　but　maybe　the　clothes　were　a

little　too　haute　couture　for　Aaron　anyway。　He　was　more　of　a　skater…boy　kind　of　dresser。　She

hitched　her　deep　gold　leather　Longchamp　bag　onto　her　shoulder。　？Thanks　for　your　help；？　she

called；　hoping　to　make　it　over　to　XLarge？a　skate　store　on　Lafayette　Street？before　it　closed。

？Wait！？　someone　called　out。

Serena　paused　in　the　doorway　and　turned　around。　Were　they　talking　to　her？

A　tanned　guy　with　a　bleached…blond　crew　cut　wearing　the　exact　bright　green　golfing　jacket　she？d

been　hoping　to　buy　for　Aaron　was　holding　open　a　white　door　in　the　back　of　the　store。　He　smiled　as

he　walked　toward　her。　？I　hope　you　don？t　mind　my　asking。？　He　cocked　his　head　and　gave　Serena

the　once…over。　？Les　asked　me　to　look　for　a　？real　girl？　for　his　show　in　Bryant　Park　on　Friday。　I　only

caught　a　glimpse　of　you　as　you　were　leaving；　but　I　justknow　you？d　be　perfect。　I？ve　seen　your

picture　in　the　society　pages。　You？re　Serena；　right？？

Serena　nodded；　unfazed。　She　was　used　to　being　recognized　from　photographs　in　gossip　columns。

She？d　even　had　an　unnamed　body　part　photographed　by　the　famou