小说园

第9部分（第2页）

themselves　with　the　page　of　lines　Ken　Mogul？s　helpers　had　handed　out　and　which　they？d　already

memorized。

Finally　Serena　could　stand　it　no　longer。　？God；　it？s　hot。？　Blair　didn？t　respond；　so　Serena　reached

out　and　touched　Blair？s　bare　arm。　？So；　that　guy　you？ve　been　hanging　out　with？he　seems　really

nice；？　she　ventured　awkwardly。

Blair　wished　she　were　taller　so　she　could　gaze　down　at　Serena　with　such　hawklike　severity　that

Serena　would　never　attempt　to　speak　to　her　again。　Alas；　she　was　nearly　six　inches　shorter　than

Serena；　especially　since　she　was　wearing　the　required　Holly　Golightly？esque　superflat　flats。

She　was　about　to　give　a　short　and　extremely　nasty　reply　when　she　realized　something　startling。

She　didn？t　even　mind　anymore　that　Serena　had　Nate。　She　had　the　hotter；　taller；　more　refined；

better…bred；　British　version　of　Nate；　and　she　was　perfectly　happy　with　him；　thank　you　very　much。

In　fact；　just　to　prove　how　fine　she　was　with　everything；　they　could　all　be　friends？the　four　of　them。

She　pushed　her　enormous　Chanel　sunglasses　on　top　of　her　head　and　smiled　brightly　up　at　her

former　friend。　？How　about　after　this　the　four　of　us　all　get　a　drink　down　at　the　Yale　Club　together？

They　have　a　great　lounge。　It？s　like　a　hotel　bar　out　of　an　old　movie　or　something。　You？d　love　it。？

？Really？？Serena　gasped；　wondering　if　she　might　be　dreaming。　Had　Blair　really　just　invited　her

and　Nate　to　have　a　drink　with　her　and　her　new　boyfriend？

？Sorry　for　the　wait；　ladies。　All　right；　Blair　Waldorf；　you？re　up；？　announced　a　skinny　guy　in　his

twenties　with　a　hipster…mullet　haircut　and　faded　Diesel　jeans　rolled　up　to　his　knees。

Blair　flipped　her　sunglasses　back　onto　her　nose。

？Good　luck；？　Serena　said　faintly；　still　unsure　of　whether　they　were　really　talking　to　each　other　or

not。

Mullet　guy　led　Blair　inside　the　store？thank　goodness　for　air…conditioning！？and　across　the

cosmetics　floor　to　the　elevators。　Barneys　didn？t　open　until　ten　on　Saturdays；　so　it　was　weirdly

quiet。　Of　course；　Blair　spent　so　much　time　there；　she　could　have　found　her　way　to　Fred？s

blindfolded；　but　that　wasn？t　enough　to　get　her　the　part。

Fred？s；　the　store？s　notorious　restaurant；　was　up　on　the　ninth　floor。　Long　and　narrow；　with

windows　along　one　wall　overlooking　Madison；　and　a　small；　modern　bar；　it　was　the　type　of

restaurant　that　was　surprisingly　unspectacular　looking　given　its　popularity。　What　made　it

spectacular　was　its　usual　clientele？the　Holly　Golightlys　of　the　present　day　and　their

Park…Avenue…dwelling　mothers　or　publicists；　all　dressed　in　Chanel　and　Prada；　sipping　white　wine

spritzers　and　picking　at　their　salads　while　they　worried　about　whether　someone　else　was　going　to

buy　the　last　pair　of　faun…colored　Costume　National　knee…high　stiletto　boots　they　had　spotted　on

their　way　up　to　the　restaurant。

Right　now；　though；　the　restaurant　was　empty；　except　for　Ken　Mogul　and　his　crew。　The　director