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of　the　suits。

Nah；　their　dressing　rooms　aren？t　nearly　as　big。

See　b　die　and　go　to　heaven

Why　Blair　had　never　been　inside　the　Madison　Avenue　Oscar　de　la　Renta　boutique　before　was

beyond　her。　The　boutique　was　modeled　after　Mr。　de　la　Renta？s　home　in　the　Dominican　Republic；

with　imported　Dominican　coral　stone　walls；　plaster　palm　trees；　and　a　shoe　display　set　up　like　a

catwalk。　The　eveningwear　was　hung　in　a　special　lounge　furnished　with　love　seats　from　de　la

Renta？s　furniture　collection。　Too　bad　Blair　wasn？t　in　the　market　for　a　black　tulle　ball　gown　or　she

would　have　tackled　Marcus　and　pulled　him　down　on　one　of　the　toile　love　seats　just　to　thank　him

for　taking　her　there。

？Hello；　Marthe；？　Marcus　greeted　the　amazingly　beautiful；　Amazon…like；　Latina　saleswoman。　She

was　wearing　a　gold　pouf　skirt　and　a　tight；　hot　pink　short…sleeved　sweater　that　were　simultaneously

fifties　retro　and　ultramodern。

At　first　Blair？s　hackles　rose　and　she　started　to　bare　her　fangs；　but　then　she　quickly　realized　that

being　jealous　of　anyone　that　impossibly　tall；　curvy；　and　gorgeous　would　be　a　total　waste　of　time。

？Miss　Waldorf　is　looking　for　a　gown　in　white；？　Marcus　explained；　putting　his　arm　around　Blair

and　totally　erasing　any　jealous　or　irrational　thoughts　she？d　ever　had；　or　ever　would　have。

Wow；　heis　good。

Marthe　nodded　seriously　and　led　them　to　a　rack　of　white　goddess　gowns　that　would　have　looked

stunning　on　Marthe；　but　that　Blair　already　knew　would　make　her　look　like　a　fat　runt　with　no　real

cleavage　to　speak　of。　She　was　about　to　protest；　but　Marcus？bless　him？had　already　figured　it　out。

？What　about　one　of　those　suits？？　he　asked；　walking　over　to　finger　an