ond and Fifth and looked up at the row of limestone buildings standing at attention across the park。 The building on the corner was her building； the one she’d lived in for eighteen years of her life。 Her gaze traveled upward to the top floor； where a dim light emanated from the room that used to be hers。 Suddenly it hit her that she didn’t live here anymore。
She knew a new family lived there now； one with triplets a few years younger than her。 Did they have boyfriends and best friends within walking distance？ Did they sit for hours on the steps of the Met； smoking Merits and talking about nothing？ Blair had always wanted to grow up； but for the first time； she suddenly felt old。
As Blair walked east toward Madison； her iPhone rang the familiar strains of the opening bars of “Moon River。”
She pulled it out of her Lanvin hobo； surprised to see an unfamiliar 212 number flash across the display。 She pressed talk； her mind bubbling with possibilities。 Was it Nate； ditching his parents to meet her for a Per Se dinner？
“This is Blair；” she answered curiously。
“Blair Waldorf？” a surprisingly high man’s voice repeated on the other end of the phone。
“Yes；” Blair said cautiously。
“Miss Waldorf； this is Freddie from Tiffany and pany。 We have your order here。 We close in an hour；” he finished。
Blair racked her brain。 “I don’t think I ordered anything；” Blair began。 Unless her father had ordered something for her as a late Christmas present。 But he’d already sent her a pair of limited edition snakeskin Christian Louboutins。 Besides； she and Harold bonded over shoes or purses； not jewelry。 Which could only mean that it was a surprise from Nate。
“I’ll be by in a few minutes；” she said eagerly； her hand shooting up in the a