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“What’s your problem?” Dan said. “Leave me alone.”
“No,” Jenny insisted. “We have to go shopping.”
“Right,” Dan said. He rolled over, turning his head toward the wall.
“Please, Dan. I have to get a dress for the party on Friday and you
have to help me. Dad gave me his credit card. He said you could
get a tux, too.” Jenny giggled. “Since we’re turning out to be the
type of spoiled rotten kids that will need tuxes and dresses and all
that crap.”
Dan rolled over. “I’m not going to that party,” he said.
“Shut up. Yes you are. You’re going and you’re going to meet Serena
and dance with her. I’ll introduce you. She’s totally cool,” Jenny
burbled happily.
“No,” Dan said stubbornly.
“Well, you can at least help me pick out a dress,” Jenny pouted.
“Because I’m going. And I want to look nice.”
“Can’t Dad go with you?” Dan asked.
“Yeah, right. I said I wanted to look nice,” Jenny scoffed. “You know
what Dad told me? He said, ‘Go to Sears, it’s the proletarian
department store.’ Whatever that means. I don’t even know where
Sears is, if it even exists anymore. Anyway, I want to go to Barneys.
I can’t believe I’ve never even been there. I bet people like Serena
van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf go there, like, every day.”
Dan sat up and yawned loudly. Jenny was all dressed and ready to
go, with her curly hair pulled back into a ponytail. She even had her
jacket and shoes on. She looked so cute and eager, it was kind of
hard to say no.
“You’re such a pain in my ass,” Dan said, standing up and stumbling
toward the bathroom.
“You know you love me,” Jenny called after him.
As far as Dan was concerned, Barneys was full of assholes, down to
the dude who opened the door for him, smiling in the cheesiest way
possible. But Jenny loved it, and even though she had never been
there, she seemed to know everything about the place. She knew
not to bother with the lower floors, which were full of designer
clothes she could never afford, and headed straight to the top floor
Co-op. And when the elevator doors rolled open, she felt like she
had died and gone to heaven. There were so many beautiful
dresses hanging on the racks it made her salivate to look at them.
She wanted to try them all on, but of course she couldn’t.
When you’re a 34D, you’re kind of limited. And you definitely need
help.
“Dan, will you go ask that woman to help me find this in my size,”
Jenny whispered, fingering a purple velvet empire-waist sheath with