ir to hail a taxi。
“Okay； miss。 We’re located at—“
“I know where you are；” Blair said quickly as she stepped into the first cab that pulled up； stealing it from a harried…looking woman in a chinchilla coat。 Blair felt guilty for a moment； but this was an emergency。
“Fifty…seventh and Fifth；” she said quickly as the cab peeled away from the curb。 Maybe Nate had just said his parents were ing home so he could stage an elaborate surprise for her； to show her how truly sorry he was for running away last summer。 And a surprise was so sweet—she loved surprises； especially when she knew about them。
Naturally。
Blair’s heart thudded in anticipation as the cab turned onto Fifth。 Outside； the stately doorman buildings of the Upper East Side gradually gave way to the brightly colored window displays of high…end shops。 Garlands of greenery were wrapped around streetlamps and light displays were lit up across the avenue。 Blair felt like it was Christmas and her birthday and the Barneys warehouse sale rolled into one。
“Here’s fine；” Blair said as the cab idled in traffic on Fifty…ninth Street。 She could walk a few blocks。 She handed the driver a ten from her Prada wallet and slipped out the door。
She paused in front of the limestone corner building that housed Tiffany & Co。
A dapper doorman in a three…piece suit pushed the revolving door； and she entered； enjoying the feeling of her Sigerson Morrison boots sinking into the plush carpet。 The iconic store was filled with tourists eagerly gawking at the merchandise under thick glass counters。 Ordinarily； the bustle would have annoyed her； but she didn’t mind today。 She liked how everything in the store felt so alive and exciting； as if anything could happen。 She marched over to a cu