damn; and end the school year as the girl everyone most admired。
Not that she wasn?t already the girl everyone most admired。 She?d always had the best clothes;
best bags; best fingernails; coolest hair; and by far the best shoes。 But this time she wanted to be
admired for her courage; independence; and intelligence。 And being senior speaker at graduation
was definitely part of that package。 Right now Vanessa Abrams; Blair?s unlikely; shaven…headed;
black…wearing roommate; was back at Constance nominating Blair for senior speaker。 But as usual;
that sneaky bitch Serena had to go and fucking copy her。
The tricky part of it was; no one actually campaigned to be senior speaker。 And usually there
wasn?t even a vote; because usually only one person got nominated。 Being senior speaker was
one of those things that justhappened ?another mysterious Constance Billard tradition that no one
ever quite understood。 Things were bound to get a little interesting now that two girls were about
to be nominated。
Especially these two。
Serena understood instantly that Blair would think that she actually wanted to be senior speaker;
which was totally not the case。 But how could she defend herself when Blair wouldn?t even look
at her? Unable to resist; she pointed at the goth…wears…white Morgane Le Fay dress in Blair?s
hands。 ?Oh my God; that would look so amazing on Vanessa。 That?s who it?s for; right?? she
asked with a bright smile。
Oh; so you think it?s okay to talk to me?Blair thought。Wrong 。 Unable to muster a succinct
spoken reply; Blair shrugged and carried the dress over to the makeshift register set up on a
banquet table near the door; paying for it with one of her three platinum credit cards; which were
paid off by her mother?s accountant; Ralph。
This isn?t going to be easy; Serena thought with a theatrical sigh。 ?I?m not in the mood to buy
anything anyway;? she added out loud and glanced around for Nate。 Fighting with Blair was
always so exhausting。 Especially when it involved being madly in love with Nate Archibald。
Or at least; pretending to be。
A funny thing happened at the yale club
?So good to have you with us; Miss Waldorf;? the Yale Club?s uptight concierge greeted her。 ?If
you?ll just follow me; Dominick will tend to your luggage。?
?Thank you;? Blair replied graciously; pleased with herself for having made Chuck call and
pretend to be her father; booking her a suite only minutes before she arrived。 Of course; she could
have asked her dad to call himself; but he was in Germany buying a plane or a car?she wasn?t sure
which?for his new French boyfriend; Giles; and she didn?t want to bother him。
The Yale Club lobby was businesslike and unfussy; with a black…and…white marble floor; white
walls; and a few Yale…blue wing…back chairs scattered about。 Blair kept her chin up as the staff
scurried about with her bags and keys; imagining she was Elizabeth Taylor; back in the days when
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