Nothing Can Keep Us Together by Ziegesar Cecily von

Author:Ziegesar, Cecily von [Ziegesar, Cecily von]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Romance, Chick-Lit, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780316735094
Publisher: Little, Brown & Co.
Published: 2005-10-04T23:00:00+00:00

Gossip Girl 08 - Nothing Can Keep Us Together

Guess who’s coming to breakfast at fred’s?

Saturday morning, the line of gorgeous girls wound its way out Barneys’ front doors, up Madison to Sixty-first Street, and around the corner to Fifth Avenue. Most of them were wearing black sleeveless cocktail dresses, pointy black flats, and black Jackie Onassis–big sunglasses. Serena was wearing her favorite new pair of True Religion jeans.

Typical.

Somehow, she’d managed to be one of the first girls in line. Maybe it was because she and Nate had never really gone to sleep last night—thanks to the little bottle of pills he kept popping?—and she’d still been awake at five A.M. She’d just grabbed a double latte at the deli and headed over, lugging her French textbook with her, as if she’d really get any studying done.

Blair was first in line. And, surprise, surprise, she was Audrey Hepburn. Same black vintage Givenchy dress, same pearl choker, same French-twist hairstyle—with the help of a little faux hair—same oversize Chanel sunglasses, same black elbow-length gloves. Lord Marcus, being the sweet and charming hunk that he was, had helped her get dressed and even had come up with the idea of spending the night in a hired town car, parked right in front of Barneys, so she’d be sure to be first in line for the open call. Of course, they hadn’t been able to do much for fear of messing up her costume, but it was still fun to hold hands in the backseat and talk about the very near future, when Blair would be a famous Hollywood star.

“I’ll be your pool lad,” Lord Marcus offered in his adorable English accent. “I’ll fan you with palm fronds and pour your cocktails.” Of course he wouldn’t mind giving up his spot in the graduate business program at the London School of Economics, where he was starting in the fall. He’d do anything for Blair—anything!

“And I’ll have the best designers making clothes for me in every city in the world,” Blair fantasized over her stomach’s nervous rumblings. She wanted this part so badly, she hadn’t eaten all day, but it was nearly midnight and she was famished. “Or maybe I’ll ask Uncle Oscar to make all my clothes.”

A hot dog vendor was packing up for the night on the corner of Sixty-first and Madison. Would Lord Marcus be perfectly horrified if she ate one, standing on the curb in front of Barneys?

It would be no worse than Audrey Hepburn eating a Danish out of a paper bag in front of Tiffany’s.

“Look, darling, dinner!” Lord Marcus cried, noticing the vendor and literally reading Blair’s mind. “You sit tight and I’ll go fetch us some.”

Darling. She was his darling, and he fetched things for her!

So they’d eaten Sabrett hot dogs with mustard and relish and sipped A&W root beer, holding hands and dozing off until Blair’s eyelids had fluttered open to find Serena looming out of the early morning mist in her perfectly distressed jeans and no makeup.

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