Serena glanced up at the entrance again。 If she didn’t e in five minutes； she was leaving。
That won’t be necessary。
Sweeping into the bar； not bothering to take off her oversize Louis Vuitton sunglasses； was Blair。 She wore a dark pair of skinny jeans and an oversize black sweater； looking like a more glamorous version of Katie Holmes。
“Blair！” Serena called； standing up and waving wildly。 Blair flicked her eyes to Serena’s corner； as if she were pletely uninterested or unimpressed to see her there。
Blair put her hands on her hips and glared at her former friend。 What the fuck was Serena doing here？ First Nate； now this？ That was it； she was never ing back to New York after this trip。 She’d have bagels FedExed to her in New Haven and deal with the Barneys at The Grove when she visited her mom in LA。 She could probably go through the rest of her life never ing to the city again。
“What are you doing here？” Blair finally asked。 She felt like hell。 She’d barely slept last night。 Chuck had been true to his word and had picked her up for brunch。 It might have been fun—Chuck had ridiculous stories about life at Deep Springs； and had done his best to avoid the topic of Nate—but Blair had been hungover and shaky and tired。 She’d been napping on and off all afternoon。 She probably looked like hell； too。 She was still wearing the same jeans…and…sweater bination she’d been wearing last night； but no way did she want to go back to her own hotel room and take the chance of running into Nate or Pete。 She was sure they were both gone by now—long gone。 But just in case。
“I wanted to see you。 Please sit down？” Serena begged。 Blair paused； but then reluctantly slid onto a leather ottoman opposite Serena。
“What is it？” Blair snapped。