gossip girl 10 英文-第14部分

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wall…size　Ellsworth　Kelly　red　circle　paintings　that　Blair　recognized　from　a　spread　on　the　Winter　
estate　in　last　sum…mer？sElle　Decor；　and　opened　onto　a　massive　kitchen　with　poured　concrete　
counters。　A　huge　teak　bowl　filled　with　brilliant　yellow　lemons　sat　squarely　on　one　counter。　？This　is　
the　kitchen；？　explained　their　jovial　host。　？But　the　only　thing　you　really　need　to　know　is　that　the　bar　
is　over　there。？　He　pointed　to　a　metal　corner　table　lined　with　an　asymmetrical　stack　of　glass　
decanters。　？Allow　me。？　

Bailey　went　to　work　pouring　one　of　the　clear　liquors　over　ice　and　crushed　mint　leaves　and　
handed　two　full　martini　glasses　to　Blair　and　Serena；　who　had　to　shift　Coco　under　her　arm　to　accept　
the　drink。　

？What　is　this　anyway？？　Blair　raised　her　dark；　perfectly　arched　eyebrows　suspiciously。　

？Just　a　mint　tea　for　my　girls！？　Bailey　emptied　his　own　martini　glass　in　a　long　gulp；　and　then　
poured　himself　a　refill。　？And　the　fridge　is　stocked；　so　raid　away。　Just　don？t　tell　me　about　it？it？s　
swimsuit　season；　don？t　you　know。？　

？Right；？　Blair　agreed；　inwardly　rolling　her　eyes。　Old　people　were　always　talking　about　watching　
what　they　ate；　but　she　intended　to　consume　as　much　Cold　Stone　Creamery　ice　cream　and　Balthazar　
French　bread　as　she　liked　and　still　look　glorious　in　her　new　ivory…and…sky…blue　striped　Blumarine　
bikini。　

　Yummy。　

？e；　e。？　Bailey　flung　the　doors　open　onto　the　sunny　bluestone　patio。　？That？s　the　pool；　


and　that；？　he　continued；　pointing　at　a　low；　concrete　bungalow　that　was　like　a　miniature　version　of　
the　main　house；　？is　your　home　away　from　home。　The　pool　house。　I　daresay　you？ll　be　quite　
fortable　there。　We？ve　got　the　AC　cranked；　the　sheets　are　imported　from　Umbria；　and　Stefan　
will　fetch　you　anything　you　need。？

　Anything？　

？There　are　just　two　more　very　important　people　you　girlsmust　meet；？　Bailey　gushed；　and　clapped　
his　hands　gaily；　spilling　what　remained　of　his　cocktail。　？Svetlana！　Ibiza！　Front　and　center；　please！？　

　More　dogs？　

　？ink；　Meester　Winter！？　

Two　leggy　amazons　burst　out　of　the　pool　house？their　pool　house？and　rushed　toward　Blair；　Bailey；　
and　Serena。　The　dogs　erupted　into　an　ecstatic　barking　chorus。　

？I　Svetlana；？　announced　the　girl　with　ass…length　whitish…blond　hair　and　no　discernable　hips。　She　
was　wearing　a　minuscule　neon…orange　bikini　bottom　and　two　tiny　orange　triangles　over　her　
nonexistent　boobs。　

？Iam　Ibiza；？　pronounced　the　other　girl　carefully。　She　had　chestnut…colored　hair　layered　to　frame　
her　almost　foxlike　face；　brilliant　blue　eyes；　and　a　bright　smile　that　was　slightly　marred　by　two　very　
prominent　buckteeth。　Her　lavender…and…gold　striped　bathing　suit　was　one　of　those　horrible　and　
plicated　cutout　one…pieces　that　looks　like　a　bikini　from　behind。　A　carefully　placed　circular　
cutout　in　front　revealed　her　rather　fuzzy　navel。　

Ew！　

Ibiza；　which　sounded　more　like　a　brand　of　car　than　a　name；　placed　her　hands　on　Blair？s　arm　and　
air　kissed　her　twice。　Blair　shuddered　with　horror；　realizing　that；　except　for　her　excruciating　
orthodontic　issues；　this　girl　looked　exactly　like　her。　She　wrenched　out　of　the　girl？s　grip　and　studied　
the　other　model；　who　was；　on　closer　inspection；　a　diluted　version　of　Serena；　minus　the　grace；　poise；　
and　New　England　breeding。What　the　hell　was　going　on？　

？Ibiza　and　Svetlana　are　going　to　be　the　faces　of　the　new　line；　darlings。　On　the　ads；　you　know；？　
Bailey　explained　with　a　satisfied　sigh。　？You　two　are　the　inspiration；　obviously。？

　Obviously。　

？They？re　here　to　watch　you。　Tobe　you；　really；？　he　went　on；　dramatically　raising　his　martini　glass　
as　if　he　were　starring　inRent　on　Broadway。　？I　want　them　to　capture　your　very　essence！？　

Um；　hello；　creepiness？　


？Pleased　to　meet　you。？　Serena　offered　her　hand　to　the　girls；　turning　to　her　own　doppelganger　first。　
Serena　was　always　unfailingly　polite；　but　even　she　couldn？t　stop　skeeving　out　on　the　inside。　Apart　
from　the　high…pitched　voice　and　questionable　taste　in　swimwear；　Svetlana　looked　just　like　her；　but　
not。　It　was　like　Halloween　in　fourth　grade　when　she　and　Blair　had　dressed　up　like　their　homeroom　
teachers；　plete　with　wigs；　ugly　Talbots　cardigans；　and　brown　loafers。　

？It？s　going　to　be　like　a　giant　slumber　party！？　Bailey　screamed　like　a　six…year…old　girl。　

Ibiza　and　Svetlana　giggled　fakely。　？Pillow　fight！？　they　yelled　in　unison　in　their　thick　eastern　bloc　
accents。　

？God；　you　two　are　divine！？　Bailey　threw　his　glass　onto　the　velvety　green　lawn　and　clapped　his　
hands　together　again　in　rapid…fire　applause。　

Blair　glared　at　the　quasi？mirror　images　of　her　and　Serena。　To　everyone　else；　they　probably　
looked　like　happy；　carefree；　malnourished　Barbie　dolls；　but　Blair　had　always　been　more　perceptive　
than　the　average　girl。　Sure；　Ibiza　and　Svetlana　were　probably　supposed　to　just　sit　around　waiting　
for　Blair　and　Serena　to　rub　off　on　them；　but　Blair　could　see　something　else　in　their　beady　foreign　
eyes。　Something　calculated　and　decidedly　bitchy。　

And　it　takes　one　to　know　one。　

These　girls　weren？t　interested　in　being　second　best。　Ibiza　and　Svetlana　definitely　had　other　plans。　

　Well；　then。　

Blair　turned　and　grinned　at　Serena；　suddenly　very　happy　that　she　had　her　best　friend　with　her。　
She　grabbed　Serena？s　hand。　？Let？s　cool　off；？　she　whispered　naughtily。　

？Good　idea。？　Serena　understood　immediately。　She　let　Coco　wriggle　out　of　her　grasp。　Then　the　
pair　leapt　into　the　tempting　blue　swimming　pool；　shoes　and　all；　squealing　as　they　landed　in　the　
perfectly　body…temperature　water。　

？Eek！？　screeched　Bailey　as　the　chlorinated　pool　water　splashed　his　gleaming　white　linen　
trousers。　？Now　this；？　he　announced　to　no　one　in　particular；　？is　inspiring。Hilfe！　Stefan；　quickly：　my　
sketchbook！Bitte；　dearest！？　

Blair　dunked　her　head　under　the　glittering；　rippling　water；　feeling　her　dark　hair　swirl　around　her。　
She　surfaced　just　in　time　to　see　Ibiza　turn　to　Svetlana　conspiratorially。　And　with　that；　the　copycats　
stepped　to　the　edge　of　the　pool　and　cannonballed　into　the　deep　end；　their　bones　slapping　the　water。　

Wele　to　your　new　family；　girls！　


truth？stranger　than　fiction　after　all　

？Turn　your　head　now；　just　to　the　left　a　tiny　centimeter。。。。　Another　centimeter　。　。　。？　Vanessa　
plied；　turning　her　head　slightly　to　the　left　to　allow　Bailey　Winter　an　unfettered　look　at　her　
profile。　

？My　goodness；　isn？t　that　just　yummy？？　Bailey　was　talking　to　no　one　in　particular　as　he　scribbled　
furiously　in　his　crocodile…bound　sketchbook；　wielding　his　pencil　and　turning　the　pages　like　a　
madman。　？Yes；　yes；　Vanessa；　my　dear；　this　is　it；　you？ve　really　got　it。　You　give　Giselle　and　Kate　
and　those　little　chickadees　a　run　for　their　money　now；　don？t　you；　dearest？　Mmmm！？　

Only　half…listening　and　unsure　who　Giselle　and　Kate　were　anyway；　Vanessa　fiddled　with　the　
camera　that　was　perched　on　her　lap　like　a　kitten。　She　was　reclining　on　a　long　stone　divan　laden　
with　enough　pillows　and　fur　throws　to　actually　make　it　pretty　fortable；　but　hot　for　a　July　
after…noon；　with　a　nice；　clear　view　of　the　pool。　She　watched　Chuck　Bass　frolicking　in　the　shallow　
end；　clad　only　in　a　floral…print　European…style　bathing　suit　that　left　nothing　to　the　imagination；　
while　his　monkey　perched　on　the　diving　board；　eating　a　bowlful　of　grapes。　

　How　erotic。　

She　wasn？t　supposed　to　fiddle　too　much；　so　she　couldn？t　study　the　shot　through　the　viewfinder；　
but　she　was　confident　it　was　all　cinematic　gold：　there　was　Chuck　wading　through　the　waist…high　
water；　chattering　into　his　Bluetooth　headset　with　Sweetie　chomping　in　the　background。　Behind　
him；　Stefan；　the　skinny　houseboy；　was　sweeping　the　flagstone　path　that　led　from　the　tennis　courts　
to　the　main　residence；　trying　not　to　accidentally　whack　the　five　overindulged　pugs　that　were　
angrily　attacking　the　broom。　Every　so　often；　she　slid　the　camera　across　her　lap　to　face　Bailey　
Winter　himself；　who　was　wearing　a　vintage　boy？s　khaki　suit？short　pants　and　all？that　he？d　had　
remade　to　acmodate　his　girth。　It　was　the　raw　material　for　a　jaw…dropping　documentary。　

？Don？t　fiddle　too　much；　darling；？　clucked　Bailey　disap…provingly。　

Vanessa　smiled　placidly　and　turned　her　camera　back　to　the　action　in　the　pool。　As