天锡小说网

第30部分（第2页）

around　and　e　up　with　a　pair　that　used　to　be　too　tight　in　the　ass　but　fit　a　little　loosely　now　that

she？d　cut　out　her　daily　after…dinner　milk…and…Chips…Ahoy　routine。

Blair　looked　at　the　mirror；　assessing　her　outfit。　Her　Marc　by　Marc　Jacobs　shell　pink　sheer　cotton

blouse　was　fine。　It　was　the　fuchsia　La　Perla　bra　that　was　the　problem。　It　showed　right　through　the

blouse　so　that　she　looked　like　a　stripper。　But　she　was　only　going　to　Nate？s　house　to　hang　out　with

him　and　Serena。　And　Nate　liked　to　talk　about　bras。　He　was　genuinely　curious　about；　for　instance；

what　the　purpose　of　an　underwire　was；　or　why　some　bras　fastened　in　front　and　some　fastened　in

back。　It　was　a　big　turn…on　for　him；　obviously；　but　it　was　also　sort　of　sweet。　He　was　a　lonely　only

child；　craving　sisterhood。

Right。

She　decided　to　leave　the　bra　on　for　Nate？s　sake；　hiding　the　whole　ensemble　under　her　favorite

belted　black　cashmere　Loro　Piana　cardigan；　which　would　e　off　the　minute　she　stepped　into　his

well…heated　town　house。　Maybe；　just　maybe；　the　sight　of　her　hot　pink　bra　would　be　the　thing　to

make　Nate　realize　that　he？d　been　in　love　with　her　just　as　long　as　she？d　been　in　love　with　him。

Maybe。

She　opened　her　bedroom　door　and　yelled　down　the　long　hall　and　across　the　East　Seventy…second

Street　penthouse？s　vast　expanse　of　period　furniture；　parquet　floors；　crown　moldings；　and　French

Impressionist　paintings。　？Mom！　Dad？　I？m　going　over　to　Nate？s　house！　Serena　and　I　are　spending

the　night！？

When　there　was　no　reply；　she　clomped　her　way　to　her　parents？　huge　master　suite　in　her　noisy

Kors　wooden…heeled　sheepskin　clogs；　opened　their　bedroom　door；　and　made　a　beeline　for　her

mom？s　dressing　room。　Eleanor　Waldorf　kept　a　tall　stack　of　crisp　emergency　twenties　in　her

lingerie　drawer　for　Blair　and　her　ten…year…old　brother；　Tyler；　to　parse　from？　for　taxis；　cappuccinos；

and；　in　Blair？s　case；　the　occasional　much…needed　pair　of　Manolo　Blahnik　heels。　Twenty；　forty；

sixty；　eighty；　one　hundred。　Twenty；　forty；　sixty；　eighty；　two　hundred。　Blair　counted　out　the　bills；

folding　them　neatly　before　stuffing　them　into　the　back　pocket　of　her　peg…legged　Seven　jeans。

？If　I　were　a　cabernet；？　Blair？s　father？s　dramatically　playful　lawyer？s　voice　echoed　out　of　the

adjoining　dressing　room；　？how　would　you　describe　my　bouquet？？

Excusez…moi？

Blair　clomped　out　of　her　mom？s　dressing　room　and　reached　for　the　chocolate　brown　velvet

curtain　hanging　in　the　doorway　of　her　dad？s。　？If　you　guys　are　in　there　together；　like；　doing　it　while

I？m　home；　then　that？s　really　gross；？　she　declared　flatly。　？Anyway；　I？m　going　over　to　Nate？s；　so？？

Her　father；　Harold　J。　Waldorf；　Esquire；　pulled　aside　the　velvet　curtain；　dressed　in　his　cashmere

tweed　Paul　Smith　bathrobe　and　nothing　else；　his　nicely　tanned；　handsome　face　looking　slightly