d with pure white sculptures of male
torsos and heads； and high above； set into the wall that kept out the noise of Park Avenue； was a
massive stained…glass window。
？Oh my God！？ cried the familiar； shrill voice of Bailey Winter。 The dignified Park Avenue
designer skipped into the room like a schoolgirl； his yellow…white hair sticking straight up on end
as if he？d been electrocuted while using his hair dryer。 He was astonishingly short； like a man in
miniature； and dressed in a blue blazer with brass buttons； an open shirt； white linen pants； and
bare feet stuffed into supple cream…colored leather loafers that made a funny squeaking sound on
the hardwood floors。 Tied jauntily around his neck was a bold yellow ascot in the same print he？d
used in his last collection。 ？Eleanor Rose； you bitch； you？re so skinny！？
？Bailey！？ cried Eleanor。 They embraced； dropping loud； wet kisses on one another？s cheeks。
Mwa； mwa； mwa； mwa！
？And who are these two gorgeous creatures？？ Bailey asked； dramatically ripping his signature
aviator sunglasses off of his face and cupping his chin in his hand。 He inspected Blair and Jasmine
intensely。 ？Fabulous。 They？re just fabulous； aren？t they？？ he asked of no one in particular。
？Bailey；？ Eleanor told him； proudly； ？this is my daughter； Blair； and my son Tyler？s girlfriend；
Jasmine。？
？Eek！？ Bailey Winter squealed。
Blair had never heard a grown man make a noise like that in her entire life。
？They？re incredible；？ he gushed。 ？e on； sit down。 Let？s get some tea in us and talk things
over； shall we； ladies？？ The designer beckoned to the butler； waving his palm in the air like it had
e loose at the wrist。 He led