天锡小说网

第27部分（第3页）

You　can　take　the　girl　out　of　212；　but　you　can？t　take　the　212　out　of　the　girl

？Do　you　have　anything　that　isn？t　？shiny　？？　Blair　Waldorf　demanded　as　she　fingered　the　dresses

on　the　circular　rack　in　the　back　of　Isn？t　She　Lovely；　a　tiny　Williamsburg　bridal　and

special…occasion…dresses　boutique　a　block　away　from　the　apartment　she　shared　with　Vanessa。　She

walked　by　the　boutique　every　day　on　her　way　to　and　from　the　coffee　shop　where　a　car　service

town　car　picked　her　up　in　the　morning　after　she　bought　her　large　latte　with　an　extra　shot　of

espresso　and　dropped　her　off　after　school。　Today　she？d　wandered　inside；　thinking　it　might　be　cool

to　buy　a　graduation　dress　in　a　place　so　pletely　off　the　map　that　no　other　girl　in　the　senior　class

at　Constance　Billard　could　possibly　have　the　same　one　she　did。　The　problem　was；　with　no　designer

label　to　show　their　merit；　she　wasn？t　sure　if　the　dresses　were　ugly　in　a　cool　way　or　just　plain　ugly。

？This　one　is　very　popular　for　confirmations；？　the　overly　perfumed　saleslady　told　her　in　heavily

accented　English。　She　held　up　a　dazzling　white；　rhinestone…encrusted；　polyester…lace…bodiced

sundress　with　a　pleated　skirt　that　was　so　stiff　and　shiny；　it　looked　like　it　had　been　laminated。

Blair　glanced　in　one　of　the　many　mirrors　all　over　the　store　and　glared　at　the　haughty　brunette　in　a

short　light…blue…and…white　seersucker　Constance　Billard　uniform　skirt　and　neat　white…collared；

baby　pink　polo　shirt　staring　back　at　her；　furious　with　herself　all　of　a　sudden。　Who　was　she　kidding；

pretending　not　to　need　a　graduation　dress　that　was　made　to　order　by　Oscar　de　la　Renta　or　Chanel？

She　hitched　her　nude　pink　Fendi　purse　up　on　her　shoulder　and　slid　her　tortoiseshell　Parsol

sunglasses　up　on　her　nose；　tempted　to　buy　the　hideous　dress　the　saleslady　had　just　shown　her　and

bring　it　home　to　Vanessa　as　a　joke；　pretending　she　was　going　to　wear　it　to　graduation。　But　the

thought　of　spending　money　on　anything　so　hideous；　even　in　jest；　made　her　even　more　furious。

When　had　her　life　bee　sobase　？

Maybe　when　she　decided　to　ditch　Manhattan　and　bee　a　Brooklyn　hipster？

Usually　Blair　couldn？t　leave　a　store　without　buying　at　least　one　thing；　but　usually　the　stores　she

went　into　were　stocked　with　irresistibles。　As　far　as　Blair　was　concerned；　Isn？t　She　Lovely　should

have　been　named　Isn？t　She　Ugly。

Across　the　litter…strewn　expanse　of　Broadway　from　Vanessa？s　crumbling　gray；　five…story　walk…up

apartment　building；　a　cluster　of　people　stood　looking　up；　their　mouths　agape。

Hmm；　wonder　why？

Oblivious　and　not　at　all　curious　about　anything　the　locals　might　find　interesting；　Blair　hurried

across　the　street；　mounted　the　crumbling　cement　stoop；　and　unlocked　the　building？s　graffitied

front　door。　She　held　her　breath　as　she　climbed　the　steps　up　to　Vanessa？s　second…story　apartment。

The　building　was　practically　sitting　on　top　of　a　sugar　factory；　and　the　air　around　it　was　as　sweet

and　heavy　as　syrup…logged　French　toast？mixed　with　a　twinge　of　stray　cat　pee。