Around　them；　tourists　craned　their　necks　to　see　what　was　going　on。　One　paunchy　man　had　even　pulled　out　his　camera　phone　and　was　filming　the　whole　incident。　Blair　wanted　to　yell　at　everyone　to　go　away。　She　gazed　into　Pete’s　ocean　blue　eyes；　unsure　of　what　to　do。　She　knew　she　didn’t　want　to　touch　the　ring。　She　couldn’t。

“Thanks；”　she　began　weakly；　forcing　a　smile　at　the　customers　surrounding　her。　Four　years　ago；　Nate　had　bought　her　an　ugly　gold　heart　on　a　plain　black　cord。　She’d　hated　the　necklace。　She　loved　this　ring。　But　somehow；　it　wasn’t　to　be。

She　shut　the　jewelry　box　with　a　deliberate　snap。　“I　can’t。”　Her　voice　broke　on　the　last　word。　“I　just　can’t。”　Then　she　turned　and　walked　out　the　revolving　door；　not　looking　back　to　see　the　heartbroken　look　on　his　face。

Breakup　at　Tiffany’s？

it’s　not　acting　if　it’s　the　truth

“Cut；　cut；　cut！”　Ken　Mogul　yelled；　his　bloodshot　blue　eyes　bugging　from　his　head。　He　threw　his　bullhorn　down；　where　it　clattered　on　the　soundstage。

It　was　the　last　week　of　filming　Coffee　at　the　Palace；　the　much…anticipated　sequel　to　Breakfast　at　Fred’s。　They　were　on　a　set　in　Queens　designed　to　look　like　a　large　New　York　City　hotel　penthouse　that　opened　onto　a　rooftop　garden。　Thaddeus　placed　his　hands　on　Serena’s　tanned　shoulders　protectively。　They’d　worked　long　enough　with　Ken　as　a　director　to　know　that　once　he　started　throwing　things；　he　rarely　stopped　with　one　object。

As　long　as　he　doesn’t　move　on　to　the　talent；　they’ll　be　fine。

“Serena；　for　fuck’s　sake；　you’re　supposed　to　be　Holly。　Goddamn　Holly　who’s　in　love　with　her　goddamn　husband　but　is　tormented　by　the　memory　of　her　goddamn　ex…lover；　whom　she’s　supposed　to　be　fucking　seeing　in　five　minutes　for　coffee。　Where　the　holy　fucking　hell　is　the　passi