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Want to know how to make a party happen? Take two bored teenage girls, a crate of champagne and a whole lot of free time, and sooner or later, something's bound to turn up. On the Upper East Side, the spoiled spawn of the fabulously wealthy don't wait to get invites - they make the party come to them. And you can take the girls out of the city, but you can never take the city out of the girls. We hear B and S are dishing up a soirée to remember, with help, of course, from C and E. But it looks like the hostess forgot to do her research: this guest list could just be a recipe for trouble. I told you I love parties.
Invitations had gone out and arrangements had been made, and if the whole party was a touch more impromptu than the usual Upper East Side Affair, well, Serena liked it that way. It seemed liable to be too staid otherwise, and she couldn't stand a party that was too quiet, too polite. That was why she'd asked Penny Lane to manage the music with her phonograph set up in a corner, out of the way so it wouldn't get damaged.
Other than that, she suspected it verged dangerously close on being one of her mother's parties. The idea had initially been a kind of Manhattan theme, but she hadn't really known what she and Georgie had meant by that in the end. The party was set to begin right around sunset, but they had set up lights beforehand: light boxes covered by John Amsterdam and luminaria, little handmade paper bags weighted down with sand, all filled with candles provided by Chuck Charles, who'd also helped out by making tiny quiches. There was some limited cheese and a lot of fruit, among other little things Ellie had helped with, juices and iced tea, and, with the help of Eden and Octavia and their floating vehicles, she'd brought up champagne in ice - courtesy of the not-so-dearly-departed Georgina Sparks. If nothing else, it certainly had atmosphere.
The threat of rain had cleared by sunset and the sky was all the brighter for it, though Serena found she was a touch disappointed; the heavy clouds would have been a perfect backdrop for the candlelight. It was only a small disappointment, though, and forgotten quickly in her excitement. At the appointed hour, Eden and Octavia were standing by to lift all the guests to the roof as they arrived.
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