gossip girl 11 英文-第14部分

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tinkled　on　her　slender；　graceful　arm。　Vanessa　sighed　heavily；　slumping　down　even　further　in　her　
chair。　She　was　absolutely　hopeless。　

？Iknow　I？m　a　girl；？　she　finally　answered。　？But　I　need　to　be　a　girl　that？s　more　like　。　。　。？　She　
gestured　at　Blair？s　body。　？More　likeyou　。？　？Done　and　done。？　Blair　smiled。　She　was　starting　to　feel　


more　like　herself　again。　After　Nate？s　little　announcement；　she　had　e　to　the　one　place　she　knew　
would　make　her　feel　better？the　salon。　And　it　had　worked；　of　course。　The　only　thing　that　had　kept　
her　from　losing　her　mind　was　Louis？s　soothing　murmur　as　he　threaded　new　long　locks　into　her　
roots　and　told　her　how　lucky　she　was　to　have　such　healthy；　strong　hair。　There　was　just　something　
totally　calming　about　sitting　in　a　stylist？s　chair。　It　was　like　Audrey　Hepburn　said　about　
Tiffany？nothing　very　bad　could　ever　happen　to　you　there。　

Now　that　she　had　calmed　down；　Blair　wanted　to　talk　to　Nate　and　make　sure　he　didn？t　do　
anything　stupid；　like　think　they　were　broken　up　and　throw　himself　off　the　Brooklyn　Bridge　or　take　
some　poison　to　end　his　suffering？although　to　be　honest；　Nate　had　never　been　much　of　a　Romeo。　

She　began　punching　the　keys　on　her　cell。　She？d　been　calling　his　phone　every　five　minutes　but　
had　gotten　voice　mail　every　time。　She　tried　Serena？s；　too；　hoping　for　someone　to　miserate　
with；　but　she　wasn？t　there　either。　Where　were　they；　anyway？　

Shereally　doesn？t　want　to　know。　。　。　。　

Blair　surveyed　Vanessa？s　dusty　black　shorts　and　grit…streaked　army　green　tank　top。　She　could　
definitely　benefit　from　some　quality　time　in　the　stylist？s　chair。　Blair　was　happy　to　help？she？d　
always　liked　a　challenge；　and　God　knew　she　could　use　the　distraction。　

Vanessa　was　beginning　to　wonder　who　Blair　thought　it　was　so　important　to　call　every　five　
seconds　when　a　cell　phone　started　to　blast　Madonna？s　？Like　a　Virgin。？　Vanessa　turned　around　and　
spotted　Isabel　Coates　and　Kati　Farkas　seated　next　to　each　other　under　the　dryers；　their　heads　
sporting　matching　strips　of　aluminum　foil。　Kati　talked　loudly　on　her　cell；　holding　her　palm　against　
her　other　ear　to　block　out　the　roar　of　wind。　She　was　wearing　some　kind　of　frilly　pink　sundress　that　
hung　from　her　body　like　a　sack；　and　Isabel　wore　the　exact　same　thing？but　in　a　bilious　shade　of　
green。　Isabel　looked　up　and　spotted　Vanessa　sitting　in　a　stylist？s　chair。　She　elbowed　Kati；　who　
burst　into　a　fit　of　laughter。　

？Getting　a　new　look？？　Kati　yelled　out；　holding　the　phone　away　from　her　head。　

？Obviously；？　Vanessa　mumbled；　before　turning　back　around　and　facing　the　dreaded　mirror。　Blair　
was　leaving　yet　another　message。　

？。　。　。　so　I？mstill　here　at　the　spa；　and　you　need　to　call　me　when　you　get　this。　Just　don？t　do　anything　
stupid；　okay？？　She　crankily　snapped　her　cell　shut　and　sighed。　

？Where？s　Nate？？　Vanessa　asked　as　a　perky　blond　assistant　dressed　entirely　in　white　spandex　
placed　a　glass　of　ice　water　with　lemon　slices　on　the　countertop　in　front　of　her。　Vanessa　grabbed　the　
glass；　swallowing　the　cold　water　greedily。　

？Fuck　if　I　know。？　Blair　sighed。　？And　it？s　not　like　I　don？t　need　help；　getting　ready　for　Yale　and　
everything。？　？I　know　what　you　mean；？　Vanessa　said　sympathetically；　placing　the　empty　glass　back　


on　the　countertop。　？It？s　not　like　I？m　spending　a　lot　of　time　with　Ruby　now　that　she？s　getting　
married。　Or　Dan；？　she　added。　？He？s　so　busy　with　his　job　and　his　new　boyfriend　that　I　might　as　
well　not　even　exist。？　Blair　turned　to　her　in　surprise；　a　smile　moving　across　her　lips。　？I？m　going　to　
ignore　the　Dan…being…gay　info　in　favor　of　the　much　more　interesting　news　here？your　sister？s　
gettingmarried　？？　she　asked；　her　eyes　lighting　up。　？When；　when；when　？？　Shit。　Vanessa　should　
have　known　better　than　to　mention　the　M…word　in　front　of　a　girl　like　Blair。　？Um；　the　bachelorette　
party　is　tonight　and　the　wedding？s　on　Saturday　afternoon。？　？Okay；　this　is　more　serious　than　I　
thought。？　Blair　sat　up　in　her　chair　as　if　energized　with　the　mission；　her　posture　
stick…straight。　？Youhave　to　look　amazing　for　the　wedding。？　Blair　pointed　at　Vanessa？s　bald　
head。　？Louis！　Louis！　Give　her　something　really　dramatic。　Blond　to　her　waist！？　She　turned　to　
Vanessa　again。　？Oh；　and　by　the　way；　after　the　wedding　you　should　e　by　the　Met？my　mom？s　
throwing　a　goodbye　party　for　me。　Plus　you？ll　already　be　all　dolled　up　from　the　wedding。　Bring　
whoever。？　She　waved　a　hand　as　if　renting　out　one　of　the　largest　and　most　opulent　museums　in　the　
world　wasn？t　a　big　deal　at　all。　

　Vanessa　nodded。　？Oh；　okay。　Maybe　I　will。　Thanks。？　Louis　quietly　circled　Vanessa？s　chair；　
touching　her　scalp　with　his　long；　cool　fingers。　？Zer　iz　not　too　muuch　to　vork　vith；？　he　observed；　
foraging　in　the　roots　of　Vanessa？s　troubled　head。　

？That？s　okay；？　Vanessa　replied　dejectedly。　？I？m　beyond　hope；？　she　added　dramatically。　

？Ah！？　he　cried；　snapping　his　fingers。　？Ve　have　some　fabooluuuuuuus　hummus…har　wigs？long　and　
blond。？　Long　blond　hummus　hair？　Vanessa　stared　at　her　bald　scalp　in　the　mirror　and　tilted　her　
head　to　the　side。　

？Very　Ashlee　Simpson。？　Blair　held　up　theUs　Weekly　on　her　lap　and　pointed　at　the　
cover。　？Brilliant！？　She　clapped　her　hands　together　excitedly。　

Normally；　the　mere　thought　of　trying　to　look　like　someone　on　the　cover　ofUs　Weekly　would　
force　Vanessa　to　dry　heave。　But　these　were　desperate　times。　Another　eruption　of　giggles　emitted　
from　Kati　and　Isabel？s　end　of　the　salon。　Vanessa　peered　thoughtfully　at　herself　in　the　mirror。　She　
was　ready　for　a　change。　

？Bring　it　on；？　she　nodded　confidently　to　Louis；　smiling　into　the　mirror。　

Oh　dear。　Remember　girls；　it？s　always　better　to　stick　to　what　you　were　born　with？anything　stuck　
on　might　。　。　。　fall　off。　

the　devil　wears　dolce　

Serena　van　der　Woodsen　sat　in　the　Waldorf　Rose　living　room；　flanked　on　either　side　by　Blair？s　


mother；　Eleanor　Waldorf　Rose；　and　Davita　Fjorde？party　planner　to　those　residing　on　Manhattan？s　
Golden　Mile。　Serena　had　no　idea　why　she？d　been　invited　to　Blair？s　house；　but　when　Eleanor　
called　she　couldn？t　very　well　say　no　to　her　so…called　best　friend？s　mother；　whose　wedding　she　had　
been　a　bridesmaid　in　less　than　a　year　ago。　

？Now；　I　want　it　to　be　surprising　and　wonderful　and　luxurious；　of　course；　but　I　don？t　want　
anything　too　over…the…top。　Nothingvulgar　。？　Eleanor　wrinkled　her　ski　jump　of　a　nose　and　
straightened　the　hem　of　her　skintight　bronze　silk　Valentino　skirt。　After　giving　birth　to　baby　Yale　
that　spring；　she　was　on　a　strict　Pilates…and…no…carbs　diet；　and　it　was　clearly　working。　？Although　
Cyrus　justloved　the　belly　dancers　in　Corfu。？　

？Eleanor；　my　dear；　stop　worrying。　This　party　will　befabulicious　；？　Davita　drawled；　scribbling　
notes　in　her　hot　pink；　leather…bound　notebook　with　a　gold　Montblanc　pen；　her　signature　
pencil…straight　ass…length　platinum　blond　hair　draping　almost　to　her　knobby　fishnetted　knees。　
Davita　fumbled；　dropping　the　pen；　and　then　pulled　an　exact　replica　from　her　enormous　
apricot…colored　Marc　Jacobs　tote　without　missing　a　beat。　

Serena　ran　her　fingers　over　the　miniskirt　she？d　made　herself　out　of　her　faded　Seven　cutoffs。　Ever　
since　Blair　and　Nate　had　sailed　off　into　the　sunrise　on　her　birthday　morning；　she　had　been　
struggling　to　be　her　usual　cheerful　self。　Sitting　in　Blair？s　living　room　wasn？t　helping　any。　As　she　
looked　around　at　the　gleaming　oak　floor；　the　heavy　crimson　silk　drapes；　the　overstuffed　
toffee…colored；　silk…jacquard　sofa；　all　Serena　could　think　about　was　how　she？d　spent　most　of　her　
childhood　running　around　this　apartment。　She　and　Blair　used　to　make　forts　out　of　all　the　silk　
pillows；　throwing　them　off　the　couch　and　piling　them　in　the　center　of　the　room；　pretending　the　rest　
of　the　rug　was　the　ocean　while　they　were　stranded　on　an　island。　They　hid　beneath　their　soft；　dark　
weight　for　hours；　whispering　secrets　and　giggling　the　day　away。　Things　were　so　much　easier　back　
then？before　Nate　had　e　between　them。　Not　that　it　was　his　fault。　

Why　is　it　never　the　boy？s　fault？　

Serena　sighed　and　tried　to　concentrate　as　Eleanor？s　nervously　loud　voice　chattered　away　in　her　
ear；　the　ice　cubes　in　her　Bloody　Mary　clinking　against　the　glass　as　she　waved　her　arms　about。　

？Because；　you　know；　when　th