looked cool。 She loved the way his whole head reflected the sunlight; glowing gold。 She loved his
glittering green eyes?eyes that were almost too pretty for a boy。 She loved the way he so obviously
knew he was hot but didn?t quite know what to do about it。 She loved him。 Oh; how she loved
him。
Oh; oh;oh !
She blew her nose with one last trumpeting snort and then grabbed a pink; tacky…looking DVD
case from off the floor。 She turned the case over; studying it。 ?Breakfast at Tiffany?s。 I?ve never
seen it; but she?s so beautiful。? She held the DVD up so Serena could see Audrey Hepburn in her
long black dress and pearl choker。 ?Isn?t she?? ?She is pretty;? Serena agreed; still sorting through
the movies。
?She looks like you;? Nate observed; cocking his head in such an adorable way that Blair had to
close her eyes to keep from falling off the bed。
?You think?? Blair tossed her dirty tissue in the general direction of the Archibalds? dainty white
porcelain waste paper basket and studied the picture on the DVD case again。 In the movie that
began to play in her head; shewas Audrey Hepburn?a fabulously dressed; thin; perfectly coiffed;
beautiful; mysterious megastar。 ?Maybe a little;? she agreed; removing her black cashmere
cardigan so that her hot pink bra was clearly visible beneath her blouse。
Blair picked up the DVD case again。 Audrey Hepburn looked so fabulous in the pictures on the
back; but also sort of prim and proper; like she wore sexy underwear but wouldn?t let a guy see it
unless he was going to marry her。 Blair pulled her cardigan back on and buttoned the top button。
From now on; her life?s work would be to emulate Audrey Hepburn in every possible way。 Nate
could see her underwear; but only once she was sure that one day they?d be married。
That makes sense?to her。
?I watched that movie with my mom;? Nate confessed; causing both girls? hearts to drip into
sticky puddles on the floor。 ?It?s kind of bizarre; actually。 I think it?s supposed to be romantic; but
I?m not sure I even understood it。? That was all the girls needed。 Blair stuck the DVD into the
player while Serena mixed martinis at the wet bar in the adjoining library。 This involved pouring
Bombay Sapphire into chilled martini glasses and stirring it with a silver letter opener。 It was only
11 A。M。?not exactly cocktail hour?but Blair was in crisis; and Nate tended to take off his shirt