Wele to your new family； girls！
truth？stranger than fiction after all
？Turn your head now； just to the left a tiny centimeter。。。。 Another centimeter 。 。 。？ Vanessa
plied； turning her head slightly to the left to allow Bailey Winter an unfettered look at her
profile。
？My goodness； isn？t that just yummy？？ Bailey was talking to no one in particular as he scribbled
furiously in his crocodile…bound sketchbook； wielding his pencil and turning the pages like a
madman。 ？Yes； yes； Vanessa； my dear； this is it； you？ve really got it。 You give Giselle and Kate
and those little chickadees a run for their money now； don？t you； dearest？ Mmmm！？
Only half…listening and unsure who Giselle and Kate were anyway； Vanessa fiddled with the
camera that was perched on her lap like a kitten。 She was reclining on a long stone divan laden
with enough pillows and fur throws to actually make it pretty fortable； but hot for a July
after…noon； with a nice； clear view of the pool。 She watched Chuck Bass frolicking in the shallow
end； clad only in a floral…print European…style bathing suit that left nothing to the imagination；
while his monkey perched on the diving board； eating a bowlful of grapes。
How erotic。
She wasn？t supposed to fiddle too much； so she couldn？t study the shot through the viewfinder；
but she was confident it was all cinematic gold： there was Chuck wading through the waist…high
water； chattering into his Bluetooth headset with Sweetie chomping in the background。 Behind
him； Stefan； the skinny houseboy； was sweeping the flagstone path that led from the tennis courts
to the main residence； trying not to accidentally whack the five overindulged