？Maybe；？ she
replied； too preoccupied with the pile of brightly colored； slinky silk jersey Diane von Furstenberg
cami…dresses to care anymore。
？Hey； I was about to try that one on！？ Isabel Coates whipped a frothy white Stella McCartney
frock out of Rain Hoffstetter？s hands and held it up to her ladder…tall； waistless frame。 She was
growing out her bangs and her sleek； dark hair was bobby…pinned down to her forehead in seven
different places in a sort of intentional disarray that looked semi…cool and semiretarded。
？Hello？ That？s a size two。 Noway are you a size two；？ Rain countered； gripping the hem of the
dress and threatening to rip it out of Isabel？s hands。 ？I？m shorter than you；？ she insisted
determinedly； even though； like Isabel； Rain was a lot closer to a size six than a size two。
？I don？t know why you guys are being such bitches about that stupid dress；？ Blair yawned over
at them as she moved on to a rack of beaded lilac…and…pink Sea Island cotton Nicole Farhi
sweetheart sweaters。 ？It？soff …white； and look。？ She pointed a pearly manicured finger at the white
satin padded hanger the frock hung from。 ？The belt that goes with it ispink 。 Our graduation
dresses have to be totallywhite 。？
Even though it was two sizes too small； Isabel still clung to the dress as if her life depended on
it。 ？Well； maybe I don？t want it for graduation。 Maybe I have a party to go to or something。？
As if she got invited to secret parties that Blair didn？t know about。
Today was opening day for the Browns of London trunk show in the main ballroom at the St。
Clair Hotel； and this particular group of Constance Billard senior girls had all cut homeroom to be