第11部分(第4/7 頁)

ond　and　Fifth　and　looked　up　at　the　row　of　limestone　buildings　standing　at　attention　across　the　park。　The　building　on　the　corner　was　her　building；　the　one　she’d　lived　in　for　eighteen　years　of　her　life。　Her　gaze　traveled　upward　to　the　top　floor；　where　a　dim　light　emanated　from　the　room　that　used　to　be　hers。　Suddenly　it　hit　her　that　she　didn’t　live　here　anymore。

She　knew　a　new　family　lived　there　now；　one　with　triplets　a　few　years　younger　than　her。　Did　they　have　boyfriends　and　best　friends　within　walking　distance？　Did　they　sit　for　hours　on　the　steps　of　the　Met；　smoking　Merits　and　talking　about　nothing？　Blair　had　always　wanted　to　grow　up；　but　for　the　first　time；　she　suddenly　felt　old。

As　Blair　walked　east　toward　Madison；　her　iPhone　rang　the　familiar　strains　of　the　opening　bars　of　“Moon　River。”

She　pulled　it　out　of　her　Lanvin　hobo；　surprised　to　see　an　unfamiliar　212　number　flash　across　the　display。　She　pressed　talk；　her　mind　bubbling　with　possibilities。　Was　it　Nate；　ditching　his　parents　to　meet　her　for　a　Per　Se　dinner？

“This　is　Blair；”　she　answered　curiously。

“Blair　Waldorf？”　a　surprisingly　high　man’s　voice　repeated　on　the　other　end　of　the　phone。

“Yes；”　Blair　said　cautiously。

“Miss　Waldorf；　this　is　Freddie　from　Tiffany　and　pany。　We　have　your　order　here。　We　close　in　an　hour；”　he　finished。

Blair　racked　her　brain。　“I　don’t　think　I　ordered　anything；”　Blair　began。　Unless　her　father　had　ordered　something　for　her　as　a　late　Christmas　present。　But　he’d　already　sent　her　a　pair　of　limited　edition　snakeskin　Christian　Louboutins。　Besides；　she　and　Harold　bonded　over　shoes　or　purses；　not　jewelry。　Which　could　only　mean　that　it　was　a　surprise　from　Nate。

“I’ll　be　by　in　a　few　minutes；”　she　said　eagerly；　her　hand　shooting　up　in　the　a