et a room first；？ Rain giggled； nudging Nicki Button in
the ribs。 Over the weekend； Rain and Nicki had gotten Japanese hair straightening treatments
together； and their dark brown hair looked unnaturally straight and glossy； like it had been glued
on by specialists from Madame Tussaud？s wax museum in London。
？Look。 Blair is totally pretending she didn？t see them e in。 Oh my God； and Serena is； like；
walking right up to her！？ Laura Salmon whispered shrilly。
Their arms full of dresses； the other girls followed Serena van der Woodsen with their eyes as she
floated toward a rack of elegant…but…still…a…little…dorky straw sun hats two feet away from Blair
and began to try them on。
？Nice；？ Nate Archibald mented unenthusiastically from where he slouched against the wall；
looking more brooding and introspective than usual。 This was the sort of trunk show where；
instead of waiting in line forever for the two private changing rooms； most girls stripped down in
between the racks to try things on。 But Nate was the most desirable boy on the Upper East Side。
Girls got naked at the snap of his stoned fingers； and it was still he who got ogled； not them。 It was
no surprise that he seemed unimpressed。 It was also obvious from the way he kept his eyes trained
on his limited edition Stan Smith tennis shoes that he was doing his best to pretend he hadn？t
noticed that Blair？the girl he was supposed spend the rest of his life with but had fucked over only
last week by fooling around with Serena on senior cut day？was standing only twenty feet away；
glaring at him。
After walking in on Nate and Serena； Blair had sworn to herself that she would not freak out at