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artists themselves, the Remi brothers, identical twin sons of a
French model and an English duke, were being interviewed and
photographed for Art Forum, Vogue, W, Harper’s Bazaar, and the
New York Times.
Serena studied each photograph carefully. They weren’t eyes, she
decided, now that she was looking at them blown up. But what were
they? Belly buttons?
Suddenly Serena felt an arm around her waist.
“Hello, ma chèrie. Beautiful girl. What is your name?”
It was one of the Remi brothers. He was twenty-six years old and
five foot seven, the same height as Serena. He had curly black hair
and brilliant blue eyes. He spoke with a French and British accent.
He was dressed head to toe in navy blue, and his lips were dark red
and curved foxily up at the corners. He was absolutely gorgeous,
and so was his twin brother.
Lucky girl.
Serena didn’t resist when he pulled her into a photograph with him
and his brother for the New York Times Sunday Styles section. One
brother stood behind Serena and kissed her neck while the other
knelt in front of her and hugged her knees. Around them, people
watched greedily, eager to catch a glimpse of the new “it” girl.
Everyone in New York wants to be famous. Or at least see someone
who is so they can brag about it later.
The New York Times society reporter recognized Serena from
parties a year or so back, but he had to be sure it was her. “Serena
van der Woodsen, right?” he said, looking up from his notepad.
Serena blushed and nodded. She was used to being recognized.
“You must model for us,” one of the Remi brothers gasped, kissing
Serena’s hand.
“You must,” the other one agreed, feeding her an olive.
Serena laughed. “Sure,” she said. “Why not?” Although she had no
idea what she was agreeing to.
One of the Remi brothers pointed to a door marked Private across
the gallery. “We’ll meet you in there,” he said. “Don’t be nervous.
We’re both gay.”
Serena giggled and took a big gulp of her drink. Were they kidding?
The other brother patted her on the bottom. “It’s all right darling.
You’re absolutely stunning, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.
Go on. We’ll be there in a minute.”
Serena hesitated, but only for a second. She could keep up with the
likes of Christina Aguilera and Joaquin Phoenix. No problem. Chin
up, she headed for the door marked Private.
Just then, a guy from the Public Arts League and a woman from the
New York Transit Authority came over to talk to the Remi brothers