blue silk Betsey Johnson party dress。 She tugged at the ridiculously short hem and wished for the
hundredth time that night that she？d chosen something more fortable？and in her usual shade
of pure black？instead of something so girly。 She？d changed into a pair of ridiculously
unfortable heels after the wedding； worried the bouncers would take one look at her bat
boots and kick her out of Blair？s fancy party。 Maybe she？d find a table and coax Dan into giving
her a foot massage。 If he ever got here。
She glanced around the wildly extravagant Roman…themed party； searching for his mop of unruly
brown hair。 After their intense eye…lock while he read his poem aloud at the wedding； Vanessa was
dying to talk to him。 But she？d lost him during Ruby？s crazy reception and could only hope that
Jenny would drag him up to the party sometime soon。 Vanessa had made sure both their names
were added to the list； it was only a matter of waiting。 In the meantime； she was going to enjoy
herself。
She tried to look sultry； throwing her shoulders back and arching her back the way Blair had
taught her。 But then she felt a little splash on her leg？of course； she？d spilled her drink。 She bent
down and tried to wipe the droplets off her bare calf with her cocktail napkin； her dress riding
dangerously high。 She straightened。 It hadn？t occurred to that she couldn？t do the same things in a
dress that she did in jeans。 She quickly scanned the room to make sure no one had seen her
privates。
But damn if some dude wasn？t headed straight toward her。 No； not some dude；Aaron。 Of course
he was here； he was Blair？s stepbrother？why hadn？t she thought of that？ But when did he get