Serena's POV
My party was in all the gossip blogs when I woke up. That was a reason I loathed high society. Gossip was the norm to the point that you couldn't sneeze without anyone putting it on i********:, blogging it, or tweeting it.
They were calling it the party of the year. Unfortunately, I didn't feel as proud as everyone did of the party. All I wanted was for Nero to be there, and he wasn't. That alone had me so distraught that I didn't even enjoy half of it.
But in Nero's classic fashion, he got me priceless gifts. There was a burgundy couture Oscar de la Renta gown from the fall collection of the year two thousand that I wanted for ages, a few more rare jewelry pieces, and Jimmy Choo heels—my favorite.
It had to be illegal to know a girl so well that you got her the
