gossip girl 12 终结-第29部分

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g　the　notion；　and　let　the　door　close　with　a　definitive　click。

She　rode　the　elevator　downstairs　and　tromped　noisily　through　the　parquet　floor　lobby　in　her　dusty　pink　Chanel　pointy…toed　boots。　She　passed　through　the　revolving　door　and　took　a　deep　breath。　The　air　felt　cold　but　fresh。　She　looked　hopefully　at　the　bright　blue　sky。　This　was　a　new　day。

Blair　stepped　into　one　of　the　yellow　cabs　idling　at　the　entrance　of　the　hotel。　“Sixtieth　and　Madison；”　she　manded；　feeling　better　than　she　had　in　almost　a　week。

It　is　called　retail　therapy　for　a　reason。

She　entered　Barneys；　invigorated　by　the　multicolored　purses；　the　scent　of　Creed　Fleurissimo　in　the　air；　the　upbeat　chatter　of　excited　shoppers　surrounding　her。　In　her　hotel　room；　time　had　felt　suspended。　Here；　people　were　moving；　buying；　laughing　in　a　way　that　was　reassuring。

Blair　followed　a　thirtysomething　Gucci…clad　woman　toward　the　elevator　bank。　She　had　honey　blond　hair；　an　Hermès　scarf　tied　around　her　neck；　and　a　huge　five…carat　diamond　ring　on　her　left　hand。　She’d　probably　never　been　left　by　her　boyfriend；　Blair　thought　jealously。

Upstairs；　she　idly　strolled　through　the　expansive　loftlike　space；　not　looking　for　anything；　but　shopping　purely　on　instinct。　She’d　know　what　she　needed　when　she　saw　it。　She　picked　out　a　black　and　white　dress　by　Alexander　Wang　that　was　hanging　by　itself　on　a　silver　rack　in　the　center　of　the　sparsely　filled　floor。　It　looked　like　something　Edie　Sedgwick　might　have　worn　to　a　fabulous　Factory　party。

“May　I　help　you；　miss？”　A　saleswoman　came　up　to　her　eagerly；　her　Prada　pumps　clacking　against　the　floor。　Her　name　tag　read　DANIELLE。

“Thanks。”　Blair　offered　a　small　smile　as　she　plucked　the　dress　from　the　rack。　The　tag　sewn　into　the　thick　wool　said　eight；　far　too　large　for　Blair’s　size…two　frame。　“I　need　this　in　a　two。”

Danielle’s　friendly　smile　turned　into　a　frown。　“I’m　sorry；　it’s　the　only　size　we　have　left。　It　does　run　small　though。　Would　you　like　to　try　it？”

Blair　narrowed　her　eyes。　Was　Danielle　calling　her　fat？

“No；”　Blair　snapped　angrily。　Suddenly　her　eye　caught　sight　of　the　same　dress；　hanging　next　to　a　corner　dressing　area。　“There　it　is！”　Blair　announced　gleefully；　charging　toward　the　dress。

Danielle　followed　on　her　heels。　“Someone　else　is　trying　that　on。　I’ll　be　sure　to　find　you　if　she　doesn’t　take　it。”

“But　she’s　obviously　done　with　it；”　Blair　protested；　already　pulling　the　size…two　dress　off　the　hanger。　“Now；　where　can　I　try　this　on？”　She　used　the　same　voice　she　had　last　semester　when　protesting　the　B　she’d　received　on　a　paper　in　Persuasion　in　Politics。　Professor　Balmer　had　changed　it　to　an　A…；　simply　because　of　the　passionate　way　she’d　argued　her　point。

Danielle　wrung　her　hands　nervously。　“Miss；　I’d　be　happy　to　call　in　the　dress；　but—”

“Blair？”　came　a　voice　from　behind　the　heavy　black　dressing　room　curtain。　Out　stepped　Serena　van　der　Woodsen；　clad　in　a　flesh…colored　scoop　back　Catherine　Malandrino　knit　dress　that　made　her　look　naked。　What　the　fuck？　Blair　narrowed　her　eyes；　praying　that　in　just　a　moment　she’d　wake　up　with　a　Veuve　Clicquot　hangover　and　the　promise　of　room　service　just　a　phone　call　away。

No　such　luck。

“Oh　my　God！”　Serena　squealed　when　she　saw　Blair。　She’d　been　feeling　lonely　ever　since　she’d　kicked　Nate　out　on　New　Year’s　Day。　She’d　thought　of　calling　Blair　but　had　always　stopped　short。　She’d　spent　a　lot　of　time　at　Doma；　reading　Anna　Karenina　and　trying　to　make　eye　contact　with　the　weirdos　at　her　munal　table。　In　the　book；　Anna　was　forced　into　bad　choice　after　bad　choice；　until　she　eventually　threw　herself　under　a　train。　Serena　wouldn’t　do　that；　but　there　were　only　so　many　times　she　could　pick　herself　up；　dust　herself　off；　and　pretend　everything　was　fine。

No　matter　how　much　she　tried　to　pretend　otherwise；　the　Nate　thing　had　taken　a　lot　out　of　her。　The　love　of　her　life　was　in　love　with　someone　else。

Sounds　familiar。

“How　are　you？　It’s　good　to　see　you！”　Serena　enveloped　her　old　friend　in　a　huge　hug。　Now　that　Blair　was　here；　maybe　things　would　be　different。　After　all；　it　wasn’t　Blair’s　fault　Nate　was　still　in　love　with　her。

Blair　stood　stiffly；　her　arms　at　her　sides。　It　was　good　for　Serena　to　see　her？　Well；　it　was　terrible　for　Blair　to　see　Serena。　Serena　was　the　reason　she　had　just　spent　four　days　locked　in　a　hotel　room。　If　Serena　hadn’t　been　at　the　party；　making　out　with　Nate；　Blair　would　still　be　with　Pete。　Serena　had　fucked　up　Blair’s　current　relationship；　her　past　relationship；　and　if　she　gave　her　the　chance；　she’d　probably　fuck　up　her　future　relationships　too。

“Are　you　okay？”　Serena　stepped　back　and　frowned。　Blair’s　cheeks　looked　flushed。

“Well；　I’ll　just　hold　on　to　this；　and　when　one　of　you　ladies　would　like　it；　just　find　me。”　Danielle　grabbed　the　dress　and　quickly　speed…walked　away；　as　if　at　any　moment　one　or　both　of　them　might　tackle　her。

“How　was　your　New　Year’s？”　Blair　asked　icily。

“It　was　good；”　Serena　said　lightly。　“I　saw　Nate…。”　She　trailed　off　uncertainly；　noticing　an　ominous　flicker　in　Blair’s　blue　eyes。　“Where’s　your　boyfriend？”　Serena　changed　the　subject。　Maybe　giving　Blair　the　chance　to　talk　about　her　perfect　relationship　would　warm　her　up　a　little　bit。

Blair　shook　her　head。　There　was　no　way　she　was　going　to　tell　Serena　what　had　happened　between　her　and　Pete。　She　hugged　her　arms　across　her　chest。　“You　saw　Nate？”　she　repeated　sarcastically。

Serena’s　blue　eyes　widened　as　she　caught　on　to　the　meaning　behind　Blair’s　tone。　Could　Blair　have　heard　what　happened？　Or　worse；　seen　her　and　Nate　together　at　the　party？

But　it　wasn’t　like　Serena　had　done　anything　wrong。　After　all；　she　and　Nate　were　both　single。　Blair　was　the　one　with　the　boyfriend。

“You’re　not　with　Nate　anymore；”　Serena　reminded　her。　Even　though　he　wishes　you　were。　Serena　suddenly　remembered　fighting　with　Blair　over　the　battered　polar　bear　they’d　gotten　on　their　first…grade　field　trip　to　the　Central　Park　Zoo。　Serena　had　snatched　it　from　Blair　in　an　uncharacteristically　aggressive　move；　and　Blair　had　broken　into　tears。　“It　didn’t　mean　anything。　It　was　just　a　dumb　New　Year’s　Eve　hookup；”　Serena　said　softly；　searching　her　friend’s　face。

Blair　narrowed　her　icy　blue　eyes。　What　the　fuck　was　Serena’s　problem；　practically　screaming　that　she　and　Nate　had　hooked　up？　Serena　had　probably　followed　her　into　Barneys；　just　to　have　the　chance　to　gloat　and　humiliate　her。　Blair　knew　it　didn’t　make　sense；　really；　but　she　also　knew　that　there　was　no　room　in　her　life　anymore　for　Serena。　Maybe　when　they　were　younger；　they　could　laugh　and　make　up；　but　they　were　adults　now。　And　it　was　time　for　Serena　to　start　taking　responsibility　for　her　actions。

“Maybe　we　can　go　get　lunch？”　Serena　smiled　encouragingly。　“At　Fred’s？”

Blair　glared　at　Serena。　Was　she　totally　dense？　Did　she　actually　have　to　spell　it　out　for　her？　“I　don’t　think　so。”　She　shook　her　head。　“We’re　not　friends　anymore。”　She　turned　on　her　heel　and　angrily　stomped　off　to　the　elevators。

Bitchfest　at　Barneys？



hey　people！

everything　old　is　new　again

Maybe　you　dusted　off　your　white　Oscar　de　la　Renta　mencement　dress　and　repurposed　it　for　your　angel　costume　this　Halloween。　Maybe　you　stole　a　few　of　your　mom’s　vintage　Pucci　dresses　from　her　closet　over　Thanksgiving　and　now　wear　them　to　cocktail　parties。　Or　maybe　you　just　keep　bringing　up　that　story　about　how　you　used　to　be　friends　with　Hollywood’s　latest　It　Girl。

The　point　is；　things　that　seemed　same…old　in　high　school　take　on　a　shiny　newness　in　college。　That　rule　applies　to　the　people　in　our　lives；　too。　Which　is　why　I；　for　one；　can’t　say　I’m　surprised　that　S　and　N　were　spotted　getting　hot　and　heavy　in　a　darkened　corner　of　the　Bass　suite　at　the　Tribeca　Star　on　New　Year’s　Eve。　So　why　was　N　seen　leaving　S’s　Perry　Street　abode　at　the　ungodly　hour　of　9　a。m。　on　New　Year’s　Day？

the　walk　of　shame

N’s　walk　home　reminds　me：　It’s　time　for　a　refresher　course　on　graceful　exits　from　overnight　arrangements。　While　it　may　not　be　on　the　official　college　syllabus；　the　walk　of　shame　is　a　test　everyone　must　plete　at　least　once。　You’re　practically　guaranteed　to　run　into　someone　you　know。　So　hold　your　he