ed。And she
was going to miss graduation； which was going to make Blair hate her all over again。
Yup。
Too many boys； too many choices； too little time
Vanessa kept the white Morgane Le Fay dress Blair had bought for her to wear at graduation
stashed in her closet until Sunday night； the night before graduation。 The lights were off in the
apartment and she was all alone。 She stripped down to her black…and…white striped Jockeys and
slipped the dress on over her stubbly head； padding over to the full…length mirror on the back of
her bedroom door to check it out。
The dress was prettier than anything she？d ever owned； with a plunging V in the satin bodice； an
asymmetrical hemline； and a sort of flapper…style low waist that she？d had no idea would look as
flattering on her as it did。 She went back to the closet to retrieve the shoes。 She and Blair had the
same size feet； and Blair had left her a pair of white Michael Kors wedge…heeled sandals to go
with the dress。 She？d even found Vanessa a pair of cool white fishnet gloves from some
consignment shop on the Upper East Side； because it was a Constance Billard tradition for the
girls to wear white gloves during the ceremony。
The thing was； Vanessa wasn？t going to be at the ceremony。 Aaron was arriving at ten the next
morning to pick her up； his red vintage Saab 900S loaded up with herbal cigarettes； soy crisps；
dried edamame； and peach…flavored Snapple iced tea for their cross…country sexcapade。 Her
parents were in Santa Fe； New Mexico； participating in some sort of hippie artist happening； and
her older sister； Ruby； was still in Finland or Poland or Lapland； developing a freaky foreign fan