mous round pearls glowed back at her； each dangling from a gold cursiveB ？the earrings to
match the necklace。 She ripped out her boring pearl studs and put in the Bvlgaris。
Bee。 My bumblebee。
It seemed highly doubtful that Marcus was engaged to some overweight； big…nosed； blue…blooded
duchess if he？d bought Blair a plane ticket to travel to England to meet his mum。 Judging from his
impeccable stationery； Lord Marcus was a bona fide lord； too。 And judging from the note and the
plane ticket and the pearls； he truly loved her。
Opening the top drawer of the bureau； she tucked the plane ticket alongside her favorite black La
Perla demicup bra。
Contrary to popular belief； there？s nothing like a mysterious departure to pique a girl？s interest。
You know you love me
Serena？s pale blond hair was matted with sweat and her yellow Tocca dress clung to her skin like
wet tissue paper。 She？d been dancing for an hour and she could barely stand up。 Vanessa was
leaning against the wall； chugging from a bottle of Perrier； her cheeks red with exertion。 Serena
joined her； grabbing the water out of her friend？s hand and pouring it down her throat。
？You haven？t seen Dan； have you？？ Vanessa asked breathlessly。 Now that she was finished
dancing； it might be fun to find a quiet nook in the club somewhere and make out with Dan for a
while。
？Nope；？ Serena remarked。 The two girls surveyed the room； their eyes stinging with the salt from
their sweat。 A group of gray…uniform…wearing tenth…grade boys from some Catholic school were
making a human pyramid with Chuck Bass on top； even though he weighed as much as all of them
bined。 One of the L？？cole girls had