Jenny caught her breath; trying to hold in her excitement。 She and Nate lived in a ramshackle two…story house in Providence。 He was at Brown; she was at RISD; and everything almost seemed too good to be true; beyond her wildest high school daydreams。 But going to a fancy pre…Christmas dinner thrown by a New York society hostess proved that their relationship existed beyond Providence; that they were really and truly together。
After leaving Newport last Christmas; they’d sailed to Mt。 Desert Island and camped out in Nate’s family’s gorgeous unwinterized summer home。 They toasted the New Year on a blanket in front of the fire。 It was impossibly romantic。 Then; her last semester at Waverly they’d talked every night on the phone。 They spent the summer sailing and house hunting in Providence。 So far; living together had been amazing。 She loved waking up to Nate。 She loved brewing an extra…large pot of coffee and pouring a travel mug for him so he could drink it during his 9 a。m。 poli…sci class。 She loved texting him in between portraiture and her Art in New Media class; and she loved attempting to make dinner for them; even though most of the time they wound up just ordering in and eating in bed。
The elevator glided up to the top floor; and they followed the merry voices and jazzy sound of Miles Davis to the door at the end of the hall。 Nate pushed it open and Jenny breathed in again。 In a New York in History and Literature class she’d taken last year at Waverly; they’d discussed the importance of the Four Hundred—the prominent New Yorkers who could fortably fit into Mrs。 Astor’s grand ballroom circa 1880。 Walking into the large living room of Eleanor Waldorf’s Central Park West penthouse made her feel like she was part of the new Four Hundred—the New Yorkers who really mattered。
“Nathaniel!” A woman with gold highlights approached them。 “Blair will be so thrilled to see you。 Everyone is just getting seated。 I put you in between Blair and Serena。”
Mothers。
“Oh。” A shadow of a frown crossed the woman’s face as she noticed Jenny standing by Nate’s side。
Jenny blushed。 Had she done something wrong? “Hello;” she said。
“I’m Eleanor Waldorf;” Blair’s mother replied; looking at Jenny’s thrust…out hand without shaking it。 Jenny let her hand fall slack against her side。
“Jenny’s my girlfriend。 We’re both in Providence for school;” Nate explained。 Behind Eleanor’s shoulder; he glimpsed Blair and Serena making their way to the table。 He could only see their backs; but Serena’s hair was blonder than ever while Blair’s chestnut hair was loose and long; hanging down to her shoulder blades。
“Lovely。 Well; I’ll set up another seat。” Eleanor gestured toward the large dining room。
“Natie!” Serena grinned when she spotted her old friend making his way toward them; Jenny Humphrey clinging to his hand。 Nate looked the same as ever; clad in a Brooks Brothers jacket; neat dress pants; and a kelly green Hermès tie。 “And Jenny。”
“Nate;” Blair said; nodding。 She turned to the beak…nosed man seated next to her; as if they were engaged in a very important conversation she just had to continue。
“Hey;” Nate mumbled; unsure of whether or not he should sit。 There was only one seat available; right in between them。 Of course; he’d known Blair and Serena would be here; but it still took his breath away to see them。 They both looked so grown…up。 Blair wore a sexy black…and…tan halter dress; Serena a tight red dress that hugged her body。 Seeing them; so secure and confident and beautiful; momentarily made him flustered。 It would’ve been nice to have smoked a large bowl before ing here。 He rarely smoked pot anymore; but he often missed it。 Especially when he was stressed out。 And this was the most stressed out he’d been since…
Last Christmas?
Jenny tugged his arm。 “I’ll sit on your lap for now!” she announced; giggling。 Against his better judgment; Nate sat on the chair and Jenny slid onto his knees; wiggling back and forth until she found a fortable perch。
Serena rolled her eyes good…naturedly as she took a swig of her wine。 “I would have brought Dan; but I didn’t know he was invited。”
“Oops;” Jenny squeaked nervously。 Her curly dark hair was right underneath Nate’s chin; and Nate could smell her lilac…scented shampoo。 It reminded him of taking showers together。 But instead of picturing Jenny in the shower; an image of Blair popped into his head。 Nate squeezed his eyes shut to block out those memories; concentrating only on the feel of Jenny resting on his lap。
“Wine?” a white…shirted server asked behind Nate’s shoulder; proffering a bottle of vintage 1981 L’Evangeline Bordeaux。
“Meow Meow?” Nate asked before picking up Jenny’s glass。 Jenny nodded her consent。 As the waiter poured; Nate nuzzled Jenny’s dark curls with his nose。
Serena shot Blair a horrified glance; surprised to find Blair’s face contorted into an equally horrified grimace。 Meow Meow?
Just then; Jenny felt a tap on her shoulder。
“Jennifer?” She whirled around and found Eleanor Waldorf frowning at her in annoyance。 For a second; she felt like an awkward ninth grader; caught by Mrs。 McLean for gossiping in the hallway when she was supposed to be in class。 “If you don’t mind; I’m going to move you over to the other end of the table。 There’s a bit more space for you down there;” Eleanor said。 Even after three years in LA; which had a looser social code than New York; it was clear Eleanor Waldorf was unfortable with public displays of affection at the table。
Can you blame her?
Jenny meekly slid off Nate’s lap and followed Eleanor to a seat next to a shaggy…haired guy abou