天锡小说网

第30部分（第3页）

flushed。　？Mom？s　out　looking　at　dishes　for　the　Guggenheim　benefit。　I　thought　you　were　out。　Where

are　you　going　exactly？？

Blair　stared　at　him。　He　wasn？t　holding　a　phone；　and　if　her　mom　was　out；　then　who　the　fuck　had

he　just　been　talking　to？　She　stood　blinking　at　him　with　her　hands　on　her　hips；　tempted　to　peek

inside　his　dressing　room　to　see　who　he　was　hiding　in　there。

Does　she　really　want　to　know？

Instead；　she　stumbled　out　of　the　master　suite；　clomped　her　way　across　the　penthouse；　grabbed　her

blood　orange？　colored　Jimmy　Choo　treasure　chest　hobo；　and　ran　for　the　elevator。

Outside　it　was　breathtakingly　cold；　and　fat　flakes　fell　at　random。　Usually　she　walked　the　twelve

blocks　to　Nate？s　house；　but　today　Blair　had　no　patience　for　walking？she　had　just　discovered　that

her　father　was　a　lying；　cheating　scum…bag；　after　all；　and　a　cab　was　waiting　for　her　downstairs。　Or

rather；　a　cab　was　waiting　for　Mrs。　Solomon　in　4A；　but　when　the　hunter　green　uniform？clad

doorman　saw　the　terrifying　look　on　Blair？s　normally　pretty　face；　he　let　her　take　it。

Besides；　hailing　cabs　in　the　snow　was　probably　the　high…light　of　his　day。

The　stone　walls　bordering　Central　Park　were　blanketed　in　snow。　A　tall；　elderly　woman　and　her

Yorkshire　terrier；　dressed　in　matching　red　Chanel　quilted　coats　with　matching　black　velvet　bows　in

their　white　hair；　crossed　Seventy…second　Street　and　entered　the　Ralph　Lauren　flagship　store。

Blair？s　cab　hurtled　recklessly　up　Madison　Avenue；　past　Agn？s　B。　and　Williams…Sonoma　and　the

Three　Guys　coffee　shop；　where　all　the　Constance　Billard　girls　gathered　after　school；　and　finally

pulled　up　to　Nate？s　town　house。

？Let　me　in！？　she　yelled　into　the　inter　outside　the　Archibalds？　elegant　wrought…iron…and…glass

front　door　as　she　swatted　the　buzzer　over　and　over　with　her　hand。

s　moves　out

？I？m　going　to　169　East　Seventy…first　Street；？　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　said　to　the　cabbie　as　she

slid　into　the　taxi？s　black　vinyl　backseat。　She　rolled　down　the　window　and　let　the　warm　late

morning　air　blow　across　her　face。　Aah；　summer。　All　her　life　summer　had　meant　parties　at　her

family？s　estate　in　Ridgefield；　Connecticut；　or　long；　sunny　afternoons　in　the　park；　reading　oldW

magazines　and　slurping　Stoli…and…cranberry　popsicles　with　Blair。　Now；　for　the　first　time　ever；

Serena　had　a　job。　She　turned　a　thick　manila　envelope　over　in　her　hands　and　removed　the　letter

she？d　already　read　several　times：

Holly：You　must　suffer　for　your　art。　You　must　BE　your　part。　Pack　your　bags。　The　keys　in　this

envelope　are　the　keys　to　your　new　life？　the　original　life　of　Holly。　See　you　soon。　Kenneth。

It　was　an　odd　letter；　sure；　but　what　else　did　she　expect　from　a　world…famous　eccentric　like

KennethMogul？　He　was　her　director；　so　she　figured　she　better　do　as　directed。