Yes； but look who has the boy； honey。
Blair willed herself to smile and maintain her posure as Serena slithered her lithe arms
around Nate？s neck。 Wasn？t it bad enough that Serena had planted that stupid； three…page love
letter in Nate？s car when she couldobviously see that Blair and Nate were totally back together？
Did she have to show up in Blair？s living room the second they got back to the city； like some
scary stalker？
Or like your best friend？
Blair seethed； watching as Serena leaned in even closer to Nate？s body； and Nate gripped her
tightly； closing his eyes like he was reallyenjoying it。 Serena nestled in Nate？s arms like she
belonged there； like she hadalways belonged there。 Any more of this and Blair was going to
scream。 She shifted from one foot to another； angrily twirling her ruby ring around her finger and
silently shouting at them to let go of one another and notice her standing there。
？Blair； honey！？ Blair whipped around as her mother practically pounced on her； while a skinny；
bored…looking bleached…blond woman stood behind her scribbling in a fuchsia leather organizer。
Eleanor wrapped her arms around Blair； enveloping her in a cloud of Chanel No。 5。 Blair squeezed
her eyes shut tight and dug her short buffed fingernails into the palms of her hands； tolerating the
embrace。 ？Wele home！？ Eleanor finally stepped back and gestured to the blond woman； who
had now taken a seat on the couch。 ？Ooh； and I？m so glad you get to meet my new friend； Davita
Fjorde！？ Blair offered the orange…lipstick…wearing blond woman a limp hand； all the while looking
over her shoulder as Nate laughed at one of Serena？s annoying little jokes。