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rf　sighed　and　turned　over　onto　her　side。　She？d　been　in　London　three　days　but　still

wasn？t　over　her　jet　lag。　She　didn？t　mind；　though：　it　was　a　small　price　to　pay　to　see　her

movie…star…handsome；　real…life…English…blueblood　boyfriend；　Lord　Marcus。

Wendy；　one　of　the　three　maids　whose　round…the…clock　services　came　with　Blair？s　penthouse　suite

at　Claridge？s；　clacked　across　the　blond　parquet　floors　and　deposited　a　heavy　mahogany　tray　onto

the　king…size　bed；　which　was　so　big　Blair　had　divided　it　up　into　four　sections：　one　for　sleeping；

one　for　eating；　one　for　watching　TV；　and　one　for　sex。　So　far；that　section　had　remained　unused。

Wendy　drew　the　thick　maroon　velvet　curtains　on　the　massive　wall　of　windows；　flooding　the

enormous　room　with　light。　It　reflected　off　the　opulent　gold…filigree　ceiling　and　bounced　off　the

gilded　mirrors　that　lined　the　attached　dressing　room。

？Ouch！？　Blair　cried；　pulling　one　of　the　six　sumptuous　goose…down　pillows　over　her　head　to

shield　her　eyes　from　the　sun。

？Breakfast　as　requested；　Miss　Waldorf；？　announced　Wendy；　lifting　the　silver　cover　off　the　tray　to

reveal　a　barfy…looking　mush　of　watery　scrambled　eggs；　massive　greasy　sausages；　and　a　pool　of

stewed　tomatoes。

Classic　English　cuisine。Yum。

Blair　smoothed　her　tousled　chestnut　hair　and　straightened　the　straps　of　the　soft　pink　Hanro　cami

she？d　worn　to　bed。　The　food　looked　disgusting　but　smelled　delicious。　Oh　well；　she　deserved　a

little　treat；　didn？t　she？　She？d　worked　up　an　appetite　the　day　before；　walking　around　West　London

sightseeing。

If　you　call　Harrods；　Harvey　Nichols；　and　Whistlessights。

？And　your　paper；？　added　Wendy　setting　theInternational　Herald　Tribune