the hair and boobs fake； and you had to drive everywhere。 Even the sun felt too accosting and bright。
Blair had finally gotten used to Eleanor and Cyrus living in LA； though； and now that she was planning to move to New York after graduation； she wasn’t sure she wanted them in the same time zone； much less the same city。 The only good thing about the move was that she could see her sister； Yale； more often。 Yale might even grow up relatively normal if they spent enough time together。
Or not。 Normal is highly overrated。
Blair shivered and hugged her arms around her chest。 It was surprisingly warm for December； but she was only wearing a silky black and tan Chloé halter sheath。 She wasn’t quite ready to go back inside； where Eleanor and Cyrus were hosting a holiday party for all the Upper East Side couples they’d been friends with for years； including the van der Woodsens； the Coateses； and the Basses。 Chuck was still in England； due back on Christmas； so Blair had to fend for herself。 It was times like these a long…distance relationship was hard。 At Yale； she kept busy with classes and the college friends she’d made； but in New York she hated being all alone。
Blair gazed down at streetlight…lined paths that zigzagged through the dark expanse of Central Park greenery。 It just felt so wrong to be looking at the park from this angle。
The terrace door slid open and her stepbrother； Aaron Rose； stepped outside； carrying Yale on his hip and a glass of champagne in one hand。 Aaron was a senior at Harvard； insisted on wearing his hair in little brown dreadlocks； and had spent all of last year on a study…abroad program in Burkina Faso。 Now； starry…eyed at the notion of making a difference in third…world countries； he was in the process of apply