er mom’s clothes until well into high school。 She’d even worn this very dress and imagined walking down the aisle at St。 Patrick’s； with Nate waiting for her at the altar。
“You would look beautiful in it；” Nate mused。 In the picture in his mind； he substituted Jenny’s sloping curves for Blair’s sharp collarbones。
Blair smiled despite herself。 “I always thought I’d marry you wearing this；” she said honestly。 “We’d get married in St。 Patrick’s…。”
“And honeymoon in Capri；” Nate finished。
Blair laughed。 It was genuine； and the sound surprised her。 “We were so young。”
“I’m glad you and Chuck are happy；” Nate said softly。 He remembered the awful； wild look in Blair’s eyes last year at that hotel room； when he’d accidentally ruined her relationship with her Yale boyfriend。 She deserved to be with a good guy。
“I hope you’re happy too；” she offered。 She knew Deep Springs had done a lot for both Nate and Chuck； but something in Nate’s green eyes still looked lost。 It made her want to smooth his hair and hold his hand and climb back under the sheets on the sleigh bed and—
“I should go find Chuck； actually；” Blair said； standing up abruptly。
“Good；” Nate said quickly。 “I mean； I have to take a shower。”
Blair padded downstairs； wondering why her brain had to be such a dangerous place。 What was she doing fantasizing about Nate when she had Chuck—Chuck； who made her feel like a princess； and never； ever fucked with her—just down the hall？ It was infuriating。
Blair paused at the top of the stairs as she heard Serena’s voice mingling with the twins’ high…pitched； French…accented lisps。 What the fuck？ She descended into the kitchen。 Serena sat with the twins at the large round wooden kitchen table。 A jar of peanut