Sundays were Giovanna’s day to herself. Since her return to Manhattan, she promised herself that she would put others before herself, not that she didn’t before but she made it her job to adhere to others. Pouring herself a glass of champagne, Giovanna slid into a barstool that had graciously furnished by her fathers.
Manhattan’s streets were full of people, pushing each other on the sidewalks as they were walking, like always. In the crowd of people, there was young Van Der Woodsen making his way to his little sister’s apartment, which had been bought by their dads.
He didn’t plan that visit, but he knew Giovanna would be at her place, and since she was the closest person to him, he had to see her. Even more after what he had promised her. As soon as the elevator’s doors opened, he walked in and found his sister in the kitchen, drinking some champagne. ” May I have one? ” Logan asked as he sat next to her, pointing the flute. ” I’m just back from daddys apartment, as I promised. “
His footsteps were faint, non existent to Giovanna’s ears. She was unaware of his presence until he had made a seat in the chair beside of her. “Jesus Christ, Logan.” She began, nearly dropping her glass. “You scared the living hell out of me.” Pulling herself away from the counter, Giovanna made her way over to the cabinet where she temporarily stored her crystal. “Oh, yeah?” Sliding the vacant flute down the counter to her older brother. “How did that go?”
But reassure them about what? I’m doing fine, Vanna, I am. I’ve just… had few low moments. It happens to everyone, doesn’t it?
You’re right though, I’ll go take a walk and see what’s going on outside. I should also visit our dads as I go.
We do, we do. I understand you but I also understand where they’re coming from. Dad just doesn’t want you to have to go through the things he did, I suppose. Especially since you haven’t been to visit them in forever, which is why I think it’ll be best for all of you if you stopped by today, just for a minute or two.
And what were they saying about me?
I’m just having some mimosas while studying French. Casual Sunday, isn’t it?
They’re just worried about you, I reassured them of course.. But can you really blame them, Lo? Ah, yes. For you maybe Logan, but not for me. The weather is finally starting to become decent, don’t you want to get out and enjoy it? The books and mimosas will be there when you get back I’m sure.
So what’s everyone up to on this Sunday?
I just finished up a brunch with our dads, which you were the topic of conversation by the way. Now, I’m trying to find something to make this Sunday not such a total drag. And yourself?
I’m in on a Saturday night. This is some fucked up world we live in.
You and the rest of the Upper East Side. I guess we’re all still recuperating from Friday night.
Poor thing. Need some hydrocortisone creme?
I can’t tell if that’s sincerity or sarcasm so I’m going to act like I didn’t hear whatever it is you just said. Although hydrocortisone is for anti-itching.. and rectal problems. I think I would prefer something more along the lines of aloe vera, have any?
What the hell?
It’s true. And since I promised I wouldn’t press charges I get free cannoli’s for life, or until they decide to move the truck. Whichever comes first.
I’ve been in Manhattan less than a day and I’ve already gotten second degree burns thanks to the guy at the cannoli truck who decided to throw some grease out of the window.
I hope there’s enough room for your little sister.. or am I gonna have to watch all the fun from the streets with the wannabe’s?
The party has started, come by if you have an invitation. If not, well do not try to crash my party because the guards will have a pleasure throwing you out of my place.