like a buuuuutiffffful mermaaaaid；？ Louis told Blair； who looked back at him in the
gold…framed salon mirror approvingly。 ？Et pour ton ami？？Louis pointed at Vanessa with a long；
skinny finger？？vee vill make mageek！ I vill return！？ Vanessa looked around。 The spa looked like a
European palace； its dark oak floors covered with Persian carpets and walls with filigreed gold
mirrors。 The chair she sat in was plush burgundy velvet。 She crossed her legs unfortably；
placing her hands on her calves to hide their prickliness。 Light streamed in through the giant
plate…glass windows at the front； and a row of copper sinks and shampoo chairs lined the far wall。
The salon was filled with tanned； manicured； designer…clad ladies…who…lunch types； readingVogue
or leaning back with their eyes closed as stylists pampered them with head massages。 Places like
this always made Vanessa feel like she had three heads？all of them begging for a makeover。 Blair；
of course； looked right at home as she sat there； a stack of magazines on her lap； her tanned legs
crossed high on her thigh； barking orders to the assistants flitting around her。
？So whathappened ？？ she turned to Vanessa as soon as Louis walked away。
？I just need to look more like a girl。？ Vanessa mumbled； slouching in her chair。
？Well； obviously。？ Blair wrinkled her perfect little nose and gestured at Vanessa？s slumped form
with her perfectly pink fingernails。 ？Finally you realize youare a girl。？ Vanessa looked in the
mirror at her sweaty bald head and dusty black boots。 Then she looked over at Blair？s pletely
feminine form： her pink toes peeped out of a pair of light aqua espadrilles and gold bracelets
tinkled on h