the Nair…in…the…shampoo thing is the most obvious trick in the world。 Remember that time？ At
Isabel？s sleepover？ When we were； like； eleven？？
Serena just stared at her。
？Well；I remember。？ Blair unscrewed the top of the bottle。 She didn？t even need to sniff it to
realize that someone had indeed tried to pull a switch on her？the powerful chemical fart stench of
the depilatory was unmistakable。 ？Bitches！？ she swore。 ？It？s a fucking good thing I wanted to
have beach hair。？ She touched her brown locks worriedly to make sure they were still there。 ？Now
it？s fuckingwar。 ？
Dignified and determined； Blair and Serena burst out of the guest house？s French doors and onto
the white pebble path leading to the swimming pool。 Blair surveyed the crowd； seeing now that
they were all men。 Every single one。Whoa。 A hundred； maybe a hundred and fifty people； and the
only girls in sight were her and Serena？and Ibiza and Svetlana； of course。
？My dad wouldtotally love this。？ Blair almost wished that her fabulous gay dad； Harold Waldorf；
and his much…younger French boyfriend； Etienne or Edouard or whatever…thefuck his name was；
weren？t off living the good life in the south of France。 She wanted someone besides Serena to
witness what was about to happen。
？My girls are here！？ Bailey Winter emerged from a thicket of silver…haired news…anchory types；
all of whom seemed to be wearing blue blazers and white pants； despite the fact that it was easily
eighty degrees。 Bailey himself wore a similar ensemble； but with three…quarter…length sleeves and
pant legs that left his neon…orange…and…hot…pink argyle knee socks and white nubuck saddle shoes
exposed。 Skipping u