ing to the Peace Corps to an even more remote third…world country。
“Hey sis！” Aaron said cheerfully； taking a large swig of champagne as he set Yale down。 Yale had large blue eyes； dark brown hair tied back with a dark red ribbon； and wore a green velvet Bonpoint party dress。 Blair grinned。 She was fucking adorable。
The second ing of Blair Waldorf？
“Let’s go inside—it’s cold！” she said； holding her hand out to her baby sister。 Blair wasn’t exactly the maternal type； but the almost…four…year…old was impossible to resist。
“No！” Yale stomped her foot indignantly。 “I don’t like anyone in there；” she whined as she intertwined her sticky fingers in Blair’s manicured ones。 Aaron burst out laughing。
Blair picked up Yale； inhaling the scent of her baby shampoo。 “Don’t worry； Yaley； I don’t like anyone either。”
Together； Blair and Yale swept through the sliding door of the terrace and into the expansive living room。 Eleanor hadn’t begun decorating yet； so the entire room was empty save for a large Douglas fir that skimmed the vaulted cathedral ceiling。 In a way； the room looked more impressive without furniture。 The white moldings of the ceiling contrasted with the dark oak of the window ledges； and the art deco chandelier cast a romantic glow against the cherrywood floors。
“Blair； darling！” Misty Bass caught Blair’s elbow。 She was an imperious…looking woman with a crisp blond bob who never left the house without first putting on a large amount of jewelry。
“You know； darling； seeing you with your adorable baby sister makes me imagine you as a mother；” Misty said； leaning in close。 Blair practically recoiled from the scent of her spicy perfume。 “I know both your mom and I would love grandchildren！ After the wedding； of course