rnate gold clasp
shaped like the letterB 。 ？Congratulations； Bee；？ he murmured； kissing her on the nape of the
neck。
Bee？
Blair had always wanted a nickname。 She tilted her chin up to kiss him on the mouth； feeling
drunk with happiness and all the vodka she？d consumed with Vanessa in the hours between
graduation and now。 She had an insanely cute new car； an insanely hot new boyfriend； and she was
going to Yale in the fall。 The pearls were just accessories for her already…perfect life。
Well； aren？t we smug？
？I？d love for you to e to England this summer；？ Lord Marcus whispered； his lips brushing
Blair？s hair。 ？My family？s desperate to meet you。 You could stay at the house。 And maybe we
could even fly to Paris and see your dad while you？re over。？
Blair？s breath caught in her throat and she turned around； blinking up at him like a vacant
cartoon princess who？d just been woken from a witch？s spell。 He？d only asked her to visit him；
but it had sounded almost like ？a marriage proposal 。 He was her prince； her knight？well； not
exactly； but a lord was almost the same thing。 He？d swooped in on his white stallion； swept her off
her feet； and now he wanted to take her home to meet his parents because soon？maybe even
sometime this summer？he was going to give her an incredibly rare diamond ring； kneel down
before her； and ask her to marry him。
Not that he actually mentioned marriage。 And when exactly did a white stallion enter the picture？
？Yes；？ Blair responded blissfully。 ？Oh； yes！？
It was more of a response to the marriage proposal in her head than to Lord Marcus？s original
proposal； but in the world according to Blair； they were