on the narrow leather belt； and then threw
open the curtain。
Ta…da！
Blair put her hands on her hips and strutted out of the dressing room like a runway model；
swishing the pleated skirt from side to side； a huge grin plastered to her face。 Why hadn？t she
thought of wearing a suit like this before？ Not that therewere many suits like this one。 It was
elegant and tarty at the same time？totally chic； but most of all； unique。
？Blimey；？ Marcus breathed。 ？You？re stunning。？
And so are you！Blair almost blurted out。 Not only was Lord Marcus breathtakingly handsome
and royal； he was bosom buddies with the most amazing fashion designer in the universe。
Mr。 de la Renta frowned and shook out his measuring tape。 ？The waist is all wrong；？ he fretted；
tugging on Blair？s jacket。 ？And the bodice is too high。？ He undid the belt and unfastened the
buttons on the jacket； yanking it roughly away from Blair？s arms。 ？You may keep the skirt； darling。
But please； may I make you a jacket that fits？？
May he？
Blair wished Serena or one of her other classmates would walk by and see her standing in the
middle of the Oscar de la Renta boutique wearing only her shell pink La Perla bra and one
of ？Uncle Oscar？s？ gorgeous pleated skirts； getting fitted for her graduation outfit by Oscar de la
Rentahimself 。 She glanced at Marcus； who grinned back at her and then silently placed his right
hand over his heart； his emerald green eyes shining with adoration。
Whoa。
Blair had to force herself not to pee in her pants。 She was so happy； she wasn？t sure if she could
stand it。
？Hold still；？ Mr。 de la Renta instructed as he lifted her arms and slipped his me