sen； the oldest and newest friend of Blair； said the hair swinging clear。
… I understand … she said。 … I have nothing against Jenny； but always thought you and Nate
were so kind； the perfect couple。 You were fully intended to spend the rest of their lives
together。
Serena said it was strange to hear that。 After all； she and Nate had lost their virginity
together； without the knowledge of Blair； when they finished the eighth grade。 If two people
were destined to one another； but they could be。 But； as in any relationship where Serena
has been involved； with its farrinha Nate was just a quick fied。 Blair and Nate were serious
thing。 And they were always a presence； as reliable as the doorman in the lobby of the
building at Fifth Avenue Serena … which was impossible to imagine how the future would be
without them as spouses。 Because of them； Serena would be felt as part of a relationship
seriously； and it was daunting to see how things had been bad。
Blair sofregamente drank of his cup of Cristal champagne。 The two girls were sitting alone
at a round table and large； covered with a towel taffeta black and white muslin； the opulent
ballroom of the Hotel St。 Claire；
ballroom where the annual Black…and…White was good bunch。 Girls take the fall…to…long and
black of Versace and Dolce & Gabbana； with white plumes in the hair； danced with boys in
scintillant smokings black and white Tom Ford for Gucci； and a giant ball made of black and
white roses hung from ceiling。 Blair had a strong déjà vu。
Her mother had married a month before with a Mané； suarento named Cyrus Rose； fat and
receipt of the marriage happened in that room。 The marriage also