；” she added sternly。
Blair smiled tightly。 Who said anything about marriage？ She and Chuck had been dating for over a year； and they’d spent the entire summer at her dad’s South of France vineyard； but they’d been separated by the Atlantic Ocean for the past three months。 Besides； what was this； 1952？ She was going to get a job after graduation； not an entryway ring。
“Blair！” Yale whispered urgently； tugging on Blair’s hand。 “I have to pee。”
“Looks like you need to attend to the little one！” Misty reached out to ruffle Yale’s hair。
“Ow！” Yale yelped loudly。
“Oh。” Misty drew her hand back and pursed her lips as if she’d sucked on a lemon。 “I’m sorry； little dear。”
“Nice to see you！” Blair called over her shoulder as she ran Yale toward the nursery。 “Good job；” she whispered in Yale’s ear as she brushed past guests。 “I owe you a pony。”
Sounds like she’ll make a fine mother。
Once Yale was safely deposited in the arms of her nanny； Bridget； Blair reentered the party； determined to avoid Misty for the rest of the night。 She scanned the room to see if any of her old friends had tagged along with their parents。 Last she’d heard； Nate was attending Brown and shacking up with Jenny Humphrey。 She saw Serena on campus often enough； usually talking on her cell or walking quickly across the quad； latte in hand。 She’d never said hello。 She’d almost gotten to the point where Serena could be anyone on campus—like Emily； an annoying red…haired girl in Blair’s Shakespeare class who read each line as if she were a member of the Royal National Theater。 Serena was just a vaguely familiar； vaguely annoying face who had nothing to do with Blair’s real life。
“Blair； darling！ Over here！” Her mother’s unmistakable voice floated over