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第6部分（第4页）

？Maybe　we　should　have　gone　to　Bendel？s　to　look　for　dresses　instead　of　here；？　Serena　mused；

fingering　the　buttons　on　one　of　the　suits。

Nah；　their　dressing　rooms　aren？t　nearly　as　big。

See　b　die　and　go　to　heaven

Why　Blair　had　never　been　inside　the　Madison　Avenue　Oscar　de　la　Renta　boutique　before　was

beyond　her。　The　boutique　was　modeled　after　Mr。　de　la　Renta？s　home　in　the　Dominican　Republic；

with　imported　Dominican　coral　stone　walls；　plaster　palm　trees；　and　a　shoe　display　set　up　like　a

catwalk。　The　eveningwear　was　hung　in　a　special　lounge　furnished　with　love　seats　from　de　la

Renta？s　furniture　collection。　Too　bad　Blair　wasn？t　in　the　market　for　a　black　tulle　ball　gown　or　she

would　have　tackled　Marcus　and　pulled　him　down　on　one　of　the　toile　love　seats　just　to　thank　him

for　taking　her　there。

？Hello；　Marthe；？　Marcus　greeted　the　amazingly　beautiful；　Amazon…like；　Latina　saleswoman。　She

was　wearing　a　gold　pouf　skirt　and　a　tight；　hot　pink　short…sleeved　sweater　that　were　simultaneously

fifties　retro　and　ultramodern。

At　first　Blair？s　hackles　rose　and　she　started　to　bare　her　fangs；　but　then　she　quickly　realized　that

being　jealous　of　anyone　that　impossibly　tall；　curvy；　and　gorgeous　would　be　a　total　waste　of　time。

？Miss　Waldorf　is　looking　for　a　gown　in　white；？　Marcus　explained；　putting　his　arm　around　Blair

and　totally　erasing　any　jealous　or　irrational　thoughts　she？d　ever　had；　or　ever　would　have。

Wow；　heis　good。

Marthe　nodded　seriously　and　led　them　to　a　rack　of　white　goddess　gowns　that　would　have　looked

stunning　on　Marthe；　but　that　Blair　already　knew　would　make　her　look　like　a　fat　runt　with　no　real

cleavage　to　speak　of。　She　was　about　to　protest；　but　Marcus？bless　him？had　already　figured　it　out。

？What　about　one　of　those　suits？？　he　asked；　walking　over　to　finger　an　exquisite　pleated　white

satin　skirt。　The　skirt　was　paired　with　a　fitted　white　satin　jacket　that　sported　the　most　perfect　white

leather　belt　around　the　waist；　fastened　with　a　nifty　white　leather　bow。

？You　have　the　perfect　figure　for　his　suits；？　Marthe　declared　in　a　wonderful；　thick　accent。　She

strode　over　to　the　rack　and　selected　three　of　the　suits　for　Blair　to　try　on。　？And　you　are　a　size　four；　I

am　sure。？

？Maybe　she　is　even　a　size　two；？　a　sonorous　male　voice　chimed　in　from　behind　them。

Blair　whirled　around；　her　heart　already　aflutter　at　being　mistaken　for　a　size　two；　and　nearly

choked　on　her　own　saliva　when　she　saw　who　it　was。　Standing　just　a　few　feet　away　from　her　was

Oscar　de　la　Renta　himself；　wearing　a　perfectly　tailored　gray　suit；　a　starched　white　shirt；　and　a　pink

tie；　his　handsome　bald　head　looking　like　it　had　been　oiled　with　olive　oil；　his　gray…black　eyebrows

smoldering。　Blair　had　seen　him　hundreds　of　times　in　the　pages　of　fashion　magazines　and　in　the

society　columns　but　never　in　person。　And　for　an　old　man；　he　was　supremely　sexy。

？Ah；　Mr。

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