。 Our house is your house； so please； make yourselves at home。 It’ll be like a big pajama party！”
Hooray！
“We’ll set Serena and Dan up in the downstairs guest room。 Jennifer； you can have the upstairs； and Nate gets the attic。 Will that work？”
Blair shrugged。 “Fine。 Chuck and I are going to bed；” she announced； grabbing Chuck’s elbow and yanking him up the stairs。 Hopefully by tomorrow morning the snow would have stopped and they could all go back to wherever the fuck they came from。 Better yet； she’d wake up and discover this was all just a big； terrible nightmare。
Sleep tight！
nice day for an imaginary white wedding
Jenny woke up to sunlight streaming onto her face。 She stretched lazily； reveling in the softness of the goose…down pillows surrounding her。 The delicate hands of the silver clock on the nightstand pointed to 7 a。m。 She was momentarily disoriented； then remembered that she was at Blair Waldorf’s Newport house。
It had been awkward when they’d first arrived。 Everyone had guiltily headed to the rooms Harold assigned them； but Jenny had lain awake in bed； thinking about Nate in the attic above her。
She swung her feet onto the walnut floor and looked out one of the east…facing bay windows。 Frost covered the windowpanes； and in the distance she could see the ocean； waves slowly rolling toward the shore。 The expansive land surrounding the house was covered with a thick blanket of snow； and icicles hung on the branches of the fir trees that edged the slate walkway。 Snow was still falling heavily。 Jenny felt a shiver of anticipation run up her spine。 How could she possibly sleep when she was in such a beautiful place？
She carefully pushed the door open and padded down the lengthy hallway； bringing her sketchbook and a pencil from her bag。 She’d head to the attic and sketch the snowstorm； and if she just happened to run into a boxer…clad Nate； she wouldn’t plain。
She slowly tiptoed up the creaky stairs that led to the attic and gasped。 She’d been imagining a creepy； cobwebby crawl space。 Instead； Oriental rugs covered the dark oak floors。 Louis Vuitton steamer trunks and abandoned antique furniture vied for space。 Clothes were hanging on coatracks； and bookshelves were overflowing with first editions。 The old sleigh bed in the corner looked slept in； but Nate wasn’t in it。 She couldn’t be disappointed； though—there was so much else to look at。
Jenny timidly pulled open one of the doors of an antique…looking wardrobe。
“Oh！” she breathed in surprise。 Packed in the small space were dresses of all different colors and styles； hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of couture。 It was even better than shopping at Next to New； the vintage store in Rhinecliff that all the Waverly girls visited when they needed a one…of…a…kind party outfit。 Jenny found herself pulling out a short Nina Ricci sparkly halter dress。 It probably hadn’t been worn or even looked at in years。 It was practically her duty to try it on。
She wedged herself behind the wardrobe； pulled off the baby pink Senior Spa Weekend T…shirt she’d found in the guest room； and shimmied into the dress。
She scampered over to a freestanding mirror and gazed at herself。 Her chest didn’t look as ginormous as usual； and her petite frame was lengthened by the halter straps。 She shook her curls around her face。 She felt like she was headed to a party at Studio 54。
Jenny continued to paw through the dresses in the wardrobe until she came to an oversize garment bag。 It was taller than she was and could fit a person inside。
We may need that body bag soon…。
She wrestled the hanger off the rack and pulled the heavy garment to the bed。 Then she unzipped the bag； revealing a white wedding dress with a heavily beaded bodice and a long train。 It probably cost more than a year at RISD； but she had to try it on。 She yanked the Nina Ricci dress over her head and dropped it on the floor in a sequined puddle。 Next； she stepped into the wedding gown feetfirst and pulled the heavy bodice up her torso。 She struggled with the zipper at the back； finally giving up when it was halfway done。 Her boobs easily held it up anyway。
Jenny eagerly scampered over to the mirror and sucked in her breath。 She looked beautiful。
If she does say so herself。
Jenny smiled at her reflection and a pretty； rosy…cheeked bride smiled back。 Would she ever get married？ And to whom？ She’d spent the past four years of her life falling in and out of love with various boys。 How could you possibly only kiss and love one person for the rest of your life？
Jenny twirled again； then paused。 Were those footsteps on the other side of the door？ She looked around for a place to hide。 A steamer trunk？ The wardrobe？
The body bag？
Too late。 A door on the other side of the attic opened； and Nate wandered out。 He wore a pair of blue boxers with sailboats printed on them and his hair was sticking up in every direction。
“Hi！” Jenny squeaked； her hands flying to her chest。
“Jennifer？” Nate blinked。 Was this some weird dream？ He opened his eyes again。 She was standing there all right。 Dressed in a wedding dress that created amazing cleavage and made her look innocent and sexy as hell all at once。
“I was just exploring。 Sorry！ I’m just going to take the dress off。 I mean； I’m going to change！” Jenny said quickly； even though she kind of liked the way Nate was looking at her。 “I didn’t think you were here。”
“I was in the bathroom。”
Nate grinned； causing cute crinkles to emerge around his sleepy green eyes。 “The dress looks nice。 You look nice；” Nate clarified； his eyes flicking from her chest up to her large dark brown eyes； and then； without meaning to； to the old antique sleigh bed behind her。
“You look nice too；” Jenny said； hooking her dark curls behind her small ears。 She grinned。
“Thanks。” Nate willed his bare feet to remain planted on the cold beams of the floor。 Girls made him crazy； an unproductive； pot…smoking mess。 The past year at Deep Springs he’d worked harder than he had in his life and had finally lived up to his potential in school。 And it was all because he’d given up chicks。 They’re bad for you； he told himself now。 But Jenny seemed so simple and pure； and Nate couldn’t imagine her being bad for anyone。 He took a tentative step toward her。
“So； I guess this is Blair’s mom’s dress； right？” Jenny asked； shrugging her milky white shoulders。
He reached up and brushed an errant curl off Jenny’s shoulders； then quickly yanked his hand back to his side。
So much for staying strong。
Jenny giggled and tilted her face toward his。 He pressed his lips against hers； slowly at first； then more urgently。
“Nate；” Jenny murmured。 She felt his hand on her bare upper back； right above where the zipper had stopped on the dress。 She wondered if he could feel how quickly her heart was beating in her chest。 The stubble from his chin tickled her face。 Her fingers fluttered up behind his head； to pull him closer。
Suddenly； Nate pulled away。 “Do you hear that？” He cocked his hand in a way that reminded Jenny of a golden retriever。 Jenny listened。 She could hear the twins’ wavering toddler voices singing an off…key rendition of “Frère Jacques” from downstairs。
“Sounds like the twins are up。 We should…” Nate trailed off； shrugging。
“Yeah；” Jenny agreed； disappointed。 “I should change；” she added sheepishly。 She reached behind her； fumbling for the zipper。
“Can I help？” Nate reached for the zipper and eased it down； gently allowing his fingers to brush against the soft skin of her bare back。 He’d forgotten how soft girls’ skin was。
“Thanks。” Jenny crossed her arms tightly over her chest to make sure the dress didn’t fall down。 She suddenly felt shy。
“I’ll give you some privacy；” he offered； and stepped back into the bathroom。 He closed the door and she quickly stepped out of the dress。 She made her way over to the wardrobe； but before she could set the heavy dress inside； her foot caught on the leg of the mirror。 It toppled to the ground with a crash。 Fuck。
“You okay？” Nate called； popping his head around the door。
“Everything’s fine！” She yelped。 The mirror hadn’t broken； but it was lying on its side。 She hastily set it upright； threw the dress back on the bed； then sprinted down the attic stairs and back to the tiny guest room； her heart pounding from adrenaline。
Not to mention infatuation。
crushes cover for each other
Blair heard a loud crash from the attic and woke up with a start。 Sun was streaming through the east…facing windows of the guest bedroom and Chuck was breathing easily beside her； oblivious to the noise。
Blair cocked her head and heard the sound of loud footsteps right above her。 Immediately； she remembered how many houseguests were under the roof。 How Serena and Nate had crashed what was supposed to be a normal； sane holiday vacation。
Doesn’t she know by now that doesn’t exist？
She threw on a silky peach Cosabella robe； double…knotted it over her cami and boy shorts； and stomped toward the attic stairs。
“Hello？” she called； an edge to her voice as she stomped up the rickety attic stairs。 If Nate was up here with Serena… well； Blair didn’t even know what the fuck she’d do if she found them together。 And if Serena and her gross pseudo…intellectual boyfriend were doing anything up here； she’d still be annoyed。 Just the fact that Serena was in the house pissed her off。 What part of her speech last winter had made Serena think it was a good idea to follow her to Newport？
Blair swung open the door； ready to tell whoever was up there to get the fuck out。 But it was just Nate； standing near the large antique wardrobe in the corner； holding what looked like her mom’s wedding dress out in front of him。
“Oh； hey；” Nate said； turning around to face Blair。
“What the hell？” Blair demanded angrily。 This was one scenario she hadn’t anticipated。 Had Nate been trying on her mom’s dress？
“Sorry； I was just looking around。 Remember how we used to play hide…and…seek up here？” Nate asked innocently。
Blair softened slightly。 Nate might be insensitive and have idiotic lapses of judgment； but he definitely wasn’t a cross…dresser。 “I thought I heard a noise。” She folded her arms over her chest。
“I accidentally bumped into the mirror。 It’s fine； though。” He gestured toward her great…grandmother Cornelia’s gold mirror in the corner。
“What are you doing with my mom’s wedding dress？” Blair asked pointedly。
“Sorry。” Nate racked his brain； trying to e up with an excuse that didn’t sound too idiotic。 He’d wanted to clean up after Jenny。 Blair would rip Jenny’s sweet little curls from her head if she knew she’d been up here； snooping and trying on Blair’s mom’s old stuff。
And kissing him？
“I was just… reminiscing；” Nate said finally。 “This house brings up a lot of memories。”
“It does for me； too；” Blair admitted。 She sat down on one of the large steamer trunks； hugged her legs to her chest； and stared at the dress； which Nate had placed over his rumpled sheets。 She used to play dress…up with her mom’s clothes until well into high school。 She’d even worn this very dress and imagined walking