ting her diploma。 At least Blair had the satisfaction
of knowing that Serena would never get the part。 She was way too tall； too blond； and too
blue…eyed？totally wrong for it。
？I got the part！？ Serena screamed at the top of her lungs； so excited； she didn？t care who was
listening。 She grabbed Nate and squeezed him with her long； perfectly toned arms。 ？Ken Mogul
just called。 I got the part！？
Blair nearly fell off Lord Marcus？s knee。 She？d already been hating Serena all over again for
missing her graduation speech and for wearing the exact same Oscar de la Renta suit she had。 And
of course she still secretly hated her for being with Nate。 It hadn？t seemed possible to hate her any
more？until now。 But Blair had already started talking to Serena again？she？d even taken Serena？s
chemistry exam for her； for Christ？s sake； so now she was stuck with the awkward choice of
suddenly acting like a bitch for no reason in front of Lord Marcus； or being pletely fake and
pretending to be nice so Lord Marcus wouldn？t think she was a bitch and change his mind about
wanting to marry her。
As if he hadn？t already noticed her bitchy side。
Nate stood next to Serena like a hired piece of celebrity arm candy。 He rubbed his eyes and
smiled at Blair and Marcus blearily； and for the first time in a long time； Blair wondered what
she？d ever seen in him。 No matter how often they broke up； her happily…ever…after fantasies had
always featured Nate； but now they had a new and improved co…star。 She leaned back against
Marcus？s chest； making it very clear that she was supremely fortable on his lap and totally
unruffled by Serena？s news。 Her perfectly tailored suit was