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 Lora Piano 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 c