sipped her martini delicately。
？Remember that time I came to visit you at Yale and we went to that gorgeous little town in
Vermont for a weekend ski？？ Camilla turned to Blair。 ？We were on the slopes all day and all I
wanted was a nice soak in the tub。 When I got out； Marcus had ordered
everything？everything！？off the room service menu so we could eat by the fire。？
Blair was overe with the urge to grab her mallet and smack Camilla over the head。 She
looked at Marcus； who was blushing。 Maybe he and Camilla were the kind of cousins who liked to
play doctor。 Even after they were too old to play。 Didn？t Horseface realizeshe was Marcus？s
girlfriend？
？Oh； Cam； I？m sure Blair doesn？t want to hear about our ski weekend。？ Marcus stood up；
waving the empty sandwich plate at the butler。
Blair stood up； too。 ？Anyone up for another game； set？ whatever it？s fucking called？ Maybe I
can take a turn this time。？
？Oh； I think I？m all worn out。 I ought to have warned you；？ Marcus apologized。 ？Camilla is an
absolute whiz at games。？
Well； fine then。 ？Speaking of whiz；？ Blair muttered under her breath。 ？I need the loo。？ She？d
picked up quite a few Britishisms in the last couple of days。
？Oh my。？Camilla blushed。？There？s that Yank wit。？
And there？s that Brit bitchiness。
？Just inside；？ Lord Marcus instructed。 ？Through the library and on your left。？
？I？ll find it；？ huffed Blair； stumbling a little as she started toward the house。 The gin had gone
straight to her head。 ？Don？t get up。？
She clopped along the flagstone path； smoothing the wrinkles in the white Thomas Pink
shirtdress she？d changed into especially for their afternoon of lawn