gossip girl 9 英文- 第17部分

？This　isn？t　about　Camilla；　is　it；　dearest？　Because；　you　see；　we？re　second　cousins；　so　of　course？？　

？Of　coursewhat　？？　Blair　demanded；　watching　her　face　flush　in　the　full…length　mirror。　？To　be　
honest；　I？d　rather　not　know；　honestly。　If　you　want　to　get　allFlowers　in　the　Attic　；　it？s　your　business。　
Anyway；　I　don？t　have　time　for　this？I？m　a　woman　in　demand。　I？m　a　muse！？　

？You？re　amused；　love？　It　was　all　a　misunderstanding　then？？　Lord　Marcus　responded　
happily。　？Camilla　is　asking　about　you　as　well。　She？ll　be　so　relieved。？　

？Send　her　my　regards；？　Blair　quipped。　She　pressed　end；　then　slipped　the　battery　out　of　the　
telephone？s　body　and　it　went　dead。　After　inspecting　it　closely　to　make　sure　there　were　no　tiny　
parts　that　might　e　off；　she　left　it　in　baby　Yale？s　crib。　

Because　you？re　never　too　young　for　your　first　cell。　

Blair　glanced　at　her　Chanel　bracelet…watch。　She　was　due　at　Bailey　Winter？s　soon；　and　it　
wouldn？t　do　to　be　late。　She　walked　down　the　long　hall　toward　the　kitchen；　where　she　found　her　
mother　stationed　at　the　marble…topped　island；　nibbling　on　a　cold　rillette　sandwich　despite　the　fact　
that　they　were　supposed　to　be　leaving　any　minute。　Blair？s　younger　brother；　Tyler；　and　his　
girlfriend；　Jasmine；　were　clustered　around　her　on　low…backed　stools；　sipping　Cokes。　

？Nice　to　see　you　again；　Blair。？　Jasmine　beamed　an　adoring　smile　across　the　cool　white　kitchen。　

Jasmine　was　Blair？s　stalker。　This　had　bee　infinitely　clear　when　she　showed　up　at　Blair？s　
graduation　party　wearing　the　exact　same　white　Oscar　de　la　Renta　suit　Blair　was　wearing。　Her　
nearly…black　hair　was　remarkably　shiny　and　healthy　looking；　but　she　was　probably　the　most　
annoying　person　alive。　


？Mom；？　Blair　ordered；　ignoring　Jasmine。　？Put　that　down。　We？ve　got　to　get　going。？　

？Hush；？　her　mother　reprimanded；　dusting　some　invisible　crumbs　off　the　marble…topped　
island。　？We？ve　got　time。　Besides；　I？ve　been　going　to　Bailey　Winter？s　house　for　years。　That　man　is　
always　ten　minutes　late。　It？s　a　known　fact。？　She　took　another　bite　of　her　sandwich。　

？Bailey　Winter？？　Jasmine　looked　excited。　She　spied　Blair？s　shoes。　？Thoseare　Bailey　Winter！　I　

have　the　same　ones　in　black。　I　should？ve　gotten　the　ivory。？　

Blair　glared　at　her。　

？Hey　Blair？？　asked　Tyler　as　he　simultaneously　downloaded　songs　onto　his　iPod　and　sent　a　text　

message。　His　eyes　kept　darting　from　one　screen　to　the　next。　

？Yes？？　She　tapped　her　stilettoed　foot　impatiently。　Could　they　please　just　get　the　fuck　out　of　here？　

？Did　you　really　go　all　the　way　to　London　and　not　bring　me；　like；　even　one　present？？　

？Sorry；？　she　sighed。　？I　came　back　in　kind　of　a　hurry。？　

？Although　you　certainly　found　time　to　buy　yourself　a　few　things；？　Eleanor　observed；　popping　a　

picholine　olive　between　her　lips。　

？I？m　Jasmine。？　Tyler？s　girlfriend　hopped　to　her　feet　and　extended　her　hand　to　Blair。　？You？re　
Blair；　of　course。　We　actually　met　before；　but　you　were　hosting　your　graduation　party；　so　you　may　

not　remember。？　

As　if　Blair　could　possibly　forget　her　little　imitator。　

There　was　something　suspicious　about　a　thirteen…year…old　with　such　good　manners。　In　fact；　there　
was　something　suspicious　about　Tyler　having　a　girlfriend？he？d　never　seemed　even　remotely　
interested　in　girls　before；　preferring　instead　the　pany　of　his　puter；　his　hookah；　and　his　
vinyl　record　collection。　

？Let？s　go；　Mom；？　Blair　demanded。　？I　don？t　want　to　be　late。　This　is　my　chance　to　make　a　really　
great　impression。？　

？Oh；　honey。？　Eleanor　finished　her　sandwich　and　tossed　the　remains　on　the　counter　for　Myrtle　to　
clean　up。　？I？m　so　glad　to　see　you　taking　this　so　seriously。？　

？Wait；　are　you　going　tosee　Bailey　Winter？？　Jasmine　demanded。　

Wouldn？t　she　like　to　know。　


？He？s　interested　in　hiring　me；？　Blair　informed　her　icily。　

？I　justlove　his　clothes；？　Jasmine　gushed。　？Of　course；　I？m　not　supposed　to　buy　anything　that？s　not　
B　by　Bailey　Winter？　my　mom　says　I　have　to　wait　until　I　start　high　school　before　I？m　allowed　to　
get　my　hands　on　the　good　stuff；　but　that？s　okay　by　me。　I　mean；　I　have　to　wear　a　uniform　anyway；　
so？？　

？Yeah；　whatever。？　Blair　cut　her　off。　Did　sheask　for　this　kid？s　life　story？　？I？m　going　down　to　ask　
the　doorman　to　hail　a　cab。　Mom；　you　better　be　ready　in　five　minutes　or　I？m　going　without　you。？　

Blair　rode　down　to　the　lobby　alone　and　stood　in　front　of　the　building　smoking　and　keeping　time　
on　her　Chanel　watch。　After　precisely　five　minutes　had　passed；　Eleanor　breezed　out　of　the　building　
in　a　grapefruit…colored　Bailey　Winter　shirtwaist　dress　and　beige　Tod？s　flats。　But　she　wasn？t　alone：　
Jasmine　was　scurrying　excitedly　next　to　her　like　a　three…year…old　before　her　firstNutcracker　
performance。　Blair　was　unfazed。　There　was　a　movie　playing　in　her　head：　the　waifish　muse　was　on　
her　way　to　visit　her　genius　couturier。　Even　Jasmine　couldn？t　fuck　it　up。　

When　they　reached　Bailey　Winter？s　grand　Beaux　Arts　mansion　on　Park　Avenue；　Blair　was　first　
out　of　the　car。　Her　mother　and　Jasmine　followed　behind　like　ladies…in…waiting。　When　it　came　time　
to　edit　her　little　film；　the　bit　players　could　easily　be　removed。　

　They　were　greeted　at　the　door　by　an　honest…to…God　English　butler；　in　a　morning　suit　and　
everything；　who　announced　them　by　name　after　he　led　them　to　the　second　floor　parlor：　？Miss　
Eleanor　Rose；　Miss　Blair　Waldorf；　and　Miss　Jasmine　James…Morgan；？　he　cried　in　his　booming　
voice。　It　reminded　Blair　of　Lord　Marcus；　but　all　thoughts　of　him　were　erased　the　second　she　
stepped　inside　the　grandest　room　she？d　ever　seen。　The　walls　were　paneled　mahogany　and　hung　
with　massive　oil　paintings　of　beautiful；　aristocratic　women　in　incredible　confections　of　lace　and　
silk；　smiling　peacefully。　There　were　marble　pedestals　topped　with　pure　white　sculptures　of　male　
torsos　and　heads；　and　high　above；　set　into　the　wall　that　kept　out　the　noise　of　Park　Avenue；　was　a　
massive　stained…glass　window。　

？Oh　my　God！？　cried　the　familiar；　shrill　voice　of　Bailey　Winter。　The　dignified　Park　Avenue　
designer　skipped　into　the　room　like　a　schoolgirl；　his　yellow…white　hair　sticking　straight　up　on　end　
as　if　he？d　been　electrocuted　while　using　his　hair　dryer。　He　was　astonishingly　short；　like　a　man　in　
miniature；　and　dressed　in　a　blue　blazer　with　brass　buttons；　an　open　shirt；　white　linen　pants；　and　
bare　feet　stuffed　into　supple　cream…colored　leather　loafers　that　made　a　funny　squeaking　sound　on　
the　hardwood　floors。　Tied　jauntily　around　his　neck　was　a　bold　yellow　ascot　in　the　same　print　he？d　
used　in　his　last　collection。　？Eleanor　Rose；　you　bitch；　you？re　so　skinny！？　

？Bailey！？　cried　Eleanor。　They　embraced；　dropping　loud；　wet　kisses　on　one　another？s　cheeks。　

Mwa；　mwa；　mwa；　mwa！　

？And　who　are　these　two　gorgeous　creatures？？　Bailey　asked；　dramatically　ripping　his　signature　


aviator　sunglasses　off　of　his　face　and　cupping　his　chin　in　his　hand。　He　inspected　Blair　and　Jasmine　
intensely。　？Fabulous。　They？re　just　fabulous；　aren？t　they？？　he　asked　of　no　one　in　particular。　

？Bailey；？　Eleanor　told　him；　proudly；　？this　is　my　daughter；　Blair；　and　my　son　Tyler？s　girlfriend；　
Jasmine。？　

？Eek！？　Bailey　Winter　squealed。　

Blair　had　never　heard　a　grown　man　make　a　noise　like　that　in　her　entire　life。　

？They？re　incredible；？　he　gushed。　？e　on；　sit　down。　Let？s　get　some　tea　in　us　and　talk　things　
over；　shall　we；　ladies？？　The　designer　beckoned　to　the　butler；　waving　his　palm　in　the　air　like　it　had　
e　loose　at　the　wrist。　He　led　them　over　to　an　enormous　sectional　sofa　and　froze　suddenly。　？Psst；？　
he　hissed；　turning　and　grinning　maniacally　at　Blair。　？Teais　just　a　code　word　formartinis　。？　He　
winked。　

Blair　winked　back　at　him；　a　slow　smile　spreading　across　her　face。　This　was　not　what　she？d　been　
expecting。　

It　was　way；way　better。　

will　v　ever　eat　lunch　in　this　town　again？　

？Okay；　let？s　do　a　take；？　Ken　Mogul　said　to　his　first　assistant　director。　He　slouched　glumly　in　a　
tall　canvas　chair　embla…zoned　with　his　initials；　clenching　a　chewed…up　ballpoint　pen　in　his　teeth。　

Vanessa　focused　her　camera　on　the　table　where　she？d　be　shooting。　Fred？s；　the　Barneys　restaurant　
that　was　central　to　the　action　of　the　movie；　was　a　mob　scene。　Instead　of　the　usual　lunch　crowd；　the　
restaurant　was　flooded　with　harsh；　industrial　lighting　and　crammed　full　of　the　
hundred…strongBreakfast　at　Fred？s　crew。　They？d　moved　out　most　of　the　chairs　and　tables　to　help　
acmodate　everyone；　but　between　the　makeup　people；　prop　people；　hair　people；　lighting　people；　
gofers；　assistant　directors；　assistants　to　the　assistant　directors；　and　interns；　it　was　kind　of　a　tight　fit。　

Just　like　the　shoe　department　during　the　end…of…season　sale。　

？Okay；　let？s　do　a　take！？　the　assistant　yelled。　Everyone　scurried　away　and　Ken　Mogul　waved　at　
Vanessa；　who　was　stationed　to　his　right；　peering　through　the　viewfinder　of　her　camera。？Go　ahead　
and　roll；Vanessa。？　

？We？re　rolling！？　Vanessa　shouted　proudly。　She？d　always　dreamed　of　saying　that；　although　she？d　
imagined　saying　it　inside　a　morgue　or　some　other　grim　place　where　her　first　inde…pendent　feature　


would　be　set。　Certainly　not　in　Barneys　with　Thaddeus　Smith　playing　the　lead。　Still；　she？d　e　a　
long　way　since　directing　an　adaptation　ofWar　and　Peace　for　school。　

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