天锡小说网

第7部分（第2页）

？Seriously；？Thaddeus　agreed。？What　do　you　do？？

？I？m　a　summer　associate　at　Lowell；　Bonderoff；　Foster　and　Wallace；？　Jason　explained　before

taking　a　long　swig。　A　car　honked　loudly　in　the　street。　Serena　looked　at　her　watch。　This

conversation　was　really　quite　riveting；　but　frankly；　she？d　rather　be　soaking　in　a　Bliss　salt…and…sage

bubble　bath。

？They？re　my　lawyers！？　Thaddeus　exclaimed　excitedly；　like　Jason　was　the　most　interesting　guy

he？d　ever　met。　？You　don？t　know　Sam；　do　you？？

？I　knowof　him；？　Jason　replied。　？He？s　a　partner　over　in　the　LA　office；　right？？

A　gentle　breeze　lifted　Thaddeus？s　messy　hair　off　his　fore…head。　？He？s　a　real　pit　bull。　God；　I

remember　one　time　I　was　having　this　contract　dispute　with　a　studio　and？？

？It？s　a　small　world。？　Serena　yawned　and　pointed　her　ballet…slippered　toes。

？Here？s　to　a　small　world。？　Thaddeus　lifted　his　bottle　and　clinked　it　against　Jason？s　and　then

Serena？s。

She　chugged　the　entire　contents　of　her　beer　and　inched　a　little　closer　to　Thaddeus。　Even　if　their

conversation　was　deathly　boring；　she　knew　she　was　in　the　presence　of　two　sweet　young　gentlemen

who　would　probably　carry　her　up　four　flights　of　stairs　to　her　apartment　if　she　happened　to　drink

too　much　and　couldn？t　walk。

After　all；　she？s　always　depended　on　the　kindness　of　strangers。

the　runaway　bride

Blair　Waldorf　burst　into　the　lobby　of　Claridge？s　like　a　woman　on　a　mission；　which　was　exactly

what　she　was。　She　had　to　get　back　to　her　suite　and　sift　through　the　packages　she？d　had　delivered。

She　was　particularly　interested　in　revisiting　the　show…stopping　wedding　gown　that　had　been　her

week？s　biggest　quarry：　at　ten　thousand　pounds　it　was　a　splurge；　even　for　her；　but　it　was　so　perfect

that　it　was　worth　every　penny；　and　Blair　knew　her　mother　would　agree。　And　if　she　didn？t；　Blair

knew　her　father；　Harold　J。　Waldorf；　would：　he　was　a　fabulous　gay　man　living　the　high　life　in　the

south　of　France。　If　anyone　understood　the　thrill　of　finding　the　perfect　wedding　dress；　he　would。

She？d　been　meaning　to　schedule　a　weekend　rendezvous　with　her　dear　old　dad　in　Paris？surely　it

was　time　for　Marcus　to　meet　her　parents？　It　was　only　a　couple　of　hours　away　by　the　Chunnel；　and

it　would　beso　fun　to　take　a　romantic　train　ride　with　her　boyfriend　and　leave　cousin　Camilla　behind。

As　she　marched　through　the　lobby；　she　spied　the　concierge　standing　behind　her　neat　little

desk。Perfect；　Blair　thought。　She　could　haveher　make　the　arrangements！　Blair　stormed　across　the

marble　tiles　to　where　the　woman　stood；　scribbling　notes　in　some　sort　of　leather…bound　ledger。

？I　need　some　assistance；？　Blair　ordered。　？Tickets　to　Paris。？

？Madam！　Ms。　er；　Beaton…Rhodes？？　asked　the　concierge；　a　short；　prim　Asian　woman　sporting

circular　John　Lennon？type　glasses　and　a　nononsense　bob。

？It？sMiss　Waldorf；　actually；？　Blair　corrected　her。

Not　Mrs。yet。

？Yes；　of　course；？　the　concierge　apologized。　？Madam；　I？m　just　confirming　your　reservation　for

another　week。　Is　that　accurate？？