ght on the corner of Sixty…first and Madison。 Would
Lord Marcus be perfectly horrified if she ate one； standing on the curb in front of Barneys？
It would be no worse than Audrey Hepburn eating a Danish out of a paper bag in front of
Tiffany？s。
？Look； darling； dinner！？ Lord Marcus cried； noticing the vendor and literally reading Blair？s
mind。 ？You sit tight and I？ll go fetch us some。？
Darling。 She was his darling； and he fetched things for her！
So they？d eaten Sabrett hot dogs with mustard and relish and sipped A&W root beer； holding
hands and dozing off until Blair？s eyelids had fluttered open to find Serena looming out of the
early morning mist in her perfectly distressed jeans and no makeup。 She？d bolted out of the car
and slapped her black Chanel sunglasses over her eyes。 No way was that blond bitch going to steal
her part in this show。
Never mind the other hundreds of actress…wannabes who were beginning to turn up for the
audition。
Now it was nearly eight o？clock and the audition was about to begin。 It was an unusually hot and
humid May morning and the two girls stood front…to…back at the head of the line； fanning
themselves with the page of lines Ken Mogul？s helpers had handed out and which they？d already
memorized。
Finally Serena could stand it no longer。 ？God； it？s hot。？ Blair didn？t respond； so Serena reached
out and touched Blair？s bare arm。 ？So； that guy you？ve been hanging out with？he seems really
nice；？ she ventured awkwardly。
Blair wished she were taller so she could gaze down at Serena with such hawklike severity that
Serena would never attempt to speak to her again。 Alas； she was nearly six inches shorte