？There？s always room forfamily ；？ Lord Marcus answered； squeezing Camilla？s talonlike hand
before turning back to Blair。 ？Not to worry； sweetheart。 We？ll all have a grand time together。？
Sure they will。
money isn？t funny； honey
Blair couldn？t tell if the pounding was in her head？she？d put away quite a few whiskeys on the
plane？or if it was real。 She lifted her head： no； it was real； and it was ing from the door to the
bedroom where she？d crashed last night； the room formerly occupied by her hippie stepbrother；
Aaron Rose。
？Blair Cornelia Waldorf！？
There was more pounding。 It was her mother and her voice sounded 。 。 。 different。 Was she sick？
Did she have something in her mouth？
Eleanor Rose pushed the door open and stomped into the dark bedroom； perching on the edge of
the mattress。 She was carrying a mug of coffee and was dressed in her summertime sleep outfit； a
flouncy； way…too…short peachy Eberjey slip and matching robe。
？Wake up！？ she shrieked hoarsely。
Blair pulled the covers over her head and moaned。 Why was her mother carrying on like this so
early in the morning？
？Blair Waldorf；？ her mom hissed。 ？I？m serious； young lady。 e out from under there。 We need
to have a little chat。？
？I hope you know I barely slept；？ Blair snapped； sitting up and snatching the coffee from her
mother？s hands。 She took a long sip and tugged at the flimsy white Hanro camisole she？d chosen
to sleep in。
？First；？ Eleanor ranted； ？what are you doing home？？ Gripping her robe with one hand； she
leaned in and studied her daughter？s face。 ？You？re supposed to be in London！？
For a fiftysomething…year…old who？d just had a baby； Elea