really a white…dress kind of gal。 We could take off in the Saab； drive to
the Grand Canyon； watch the sun set； eat some one hundred percent organic wild mushrooms； and
dance naked with the coyotes out under the stars。 I want to spend the summer exploring the
country and holding you in the glorious moonlight。 Damn； there？s the bell。 Anyway； think about it。
You？re my girl。
Love you；
A
Who？s that girl？
？And that is why I？m standing here today in a pair of limited…edition Manolo Blahnik dancing
shoes and an Oscar de la Renta suit that was tailored just for me；？ Blair told her audience with an
indulgent smile as she wound up her speech。 ？Don？t ever let anyone tell you should be happy with
what you have。 There？s always more； and there？s no reason you shouldn？t have it all。？
Everyone in the church remained politely silent； as if they weren？t quite sure whether she？d
finished her speech or not。
Not that anyone was actually paying attention。
？Hey； is that who I think it is？？ Kati Farkas whispered to Isabel Coates。 The two girls craned
their necks to see over their classmates？ heads as Vanessa appeared in one of the church？s side
entrances。 Her face was a happy pink and her dress a stunning white。 Her wedge…heeled shoes
were awesome； and her little white fishnet gloves were outstanding。 She looked so different from
her normally black…clad； frowning self； she was barely recognizable。
？Yeah； and she actually looks kind of ？good ；？ Isabel remarked reluctantly。 ？Of course； Blair
picked out her dress。 Otherwise she probably would？ve e wrapped in a white sheet or
something。？
Actually； Vanessahad flirted with the sheet idea； but