i can’t recall that . but i do know he loves me , despite selling me for a hotel , almost hitting me, cheating on me with jenny hunphrey and those millions of prostitutes, constantly standing me up when it comes to confessing
a spa weekend sounds nice . and no, my mind doesn’t even think of dan humphrey .
( a furrow of her brows like it was the most obscure thing to hear . )
﹙ pinching eyes shut for a moment, deep breaths, serena. ﹚okay, okay. no party, no dan. we can always go for a spa weekend— no doubt you’ve been stressing your head over all of this
don’t accuse me of that ! complete character defamation ! i do * not willingly speak to that classless brooklynite and i am not going to a party if he’s including in the invitation . just complete social suicide .