h a certain hedge fund； and I want to fly you down to St。 Barts for the holidays。 e with me and let’s toast the rest of our lives。
—Rich
a： Dear Rich；
While I’m flattered to hear you’re a longtime devotee； there’s no way I’m spending this holiday anywhere other than the Upper East Side。 And while the affections of some ordinary girls may be for sale； I’m no ordinary girl。
—GG
stress case
As we all bustle about trying to figure out our futures； I’m experiencing déjà vu。 Didn’t we do this once already？ It’s senior year stress all over again—except this time； we’re not applying to college； we’re applying to life。 My advice is the same as I gave four years ago： Sometimes； you just need to pour the pinot； turn on some tunes； and chill out。 After all； don’t we have the rest of our lives to worry？
You know you love me；
gossip girl
old rivalries； new real estate
Blair stood on the terrace of her mother and stepfather’s new Central Park West penthouse and took a drag of her Merit Ultra Light。 In the past year； she’d almost given up smoking； but something about her mother’s dinner parties always made her want to break the rules。
The new penthouse was on the top floor of a sprawling French Renaissance and German Gothic sandstone building that； on Seventy…second and Central Park West； lay almost exactly across the park from the Fifth Avenue building Blair had grown up in。 It may as well have been in a whole other country。 They were here because Cyrus was creating a huge development on the west side； but Blair had a feeling that Eleanor had also pushed for the move because she missed her old stomping grounds。 Blair didn’t blame her。 The few times she’d been out to LA； she’d hated it。 The clothes were gaudy；