波波小说

第25部分（第2页）

nodded　distractedly；　and　Nate　followed　her　gaze？she　was　staring　at　Chuck　Bass；　of　all　people。

Nate　was　about　to　be　jealous　when　he　noticed　that　Chuck　was　standing　with　a　nerdy　blond

spectacled　kid　in　a　too…small　tux；　his　orange…and…blue　monkey…patterned　socks　exposed　above　his

scuffed　loafers。　Chuck　was　holding　his　chattering；　screeching　monkey　up　to　an　enormous；　ancient

mirror　so　the　monkey　could　admire　his　tuxedo　and　hot　pink　bow　tie　identical　to　Chuck？s。　Wow。

And　Nate　thoughthe　had　problems。

Nate　turned　away　and　searched　his　father？s　face　for　some　kind　of　recognition　or　understanding；

but　Captain　Archibald　seemed　oblivious　to　what　Nate　was　trying　to　say。

His　father　smiled　and　clinked　glasses　with　Nate　again。　？I？m　glad　it　helped；　son。You　certainly　are

one　lucky　kid；？　he　repeated；　looking　at　Blair　appreciatively。　Blair　giggled　and　squeezed　Nate？s

hand。　Nate　just　buried　his　nose　in　his　champagne。

Glug；　glug；　glug。

？Nathaniel！？　He　heard　someone　call　from　behind　him　and　turned　around　to　see　his　mother

approach　from　the　neighboring　Egyptian　exhibit。　She　wore　bright　red　lipstick；　a　red　poppy　in　her

dark　hair；　and　a　sweeping　red　gown　that　looked　like　it　had　e　straight　from　the　set

ofCarmen　。　？Darling；？　she　cooed　in　her　French　accent；　kissing　her　son　on　either　cheek。　？Your

father？s　told　me　the　good　news。　I？m　so　glad。　But　I？m　afraid　we　can？t　stay　to　celebrate？we？re　off

to　the　opera。？　Throughout　Nate？s　life；　his　mom　had　spent　more　time　shopping　and　attending　the

opera　or　a　gala　to　benefit　the　opera　than　she　had　with　her　only　son；　leaving　precious　little　to　talk

about。　Once　a　year；　at　Christmas　time；　she　met　him　for　a　drink　at　the　bar　in　the　Carlyle　Hotel；

where　she？d　attempt　to　pry　into　his　love　life。　It　was　totally　embarrassing。

？I？m　so　。　。　。　glad　you？re　glad；　Mom；？　he　responded　lamely。　？Congratulations；mon　cherie　。？　His

mother　gave　him　another　kiss；　squeezing　his　hand　before　she　dragged　the　Captain　away　to　their

waiting　town　car。

Nate　turned　to　Blair；　ready　to　confess　to　her　how　confused　and　freaked　out　he　felt；　but　she　was

chatting　with　the　bartender　while　he　tried　pathetically　to　get　her　number。　Maybe　Blair　had　bigger

balls　than　he　did；　but　she　couldn？t　figure　this　out　for　him。　No　one　could。

Except　maybe　that　joint　in　his　pocket。

this　is　your　life；　b。　。　。　。

Eleanor　Waldorf　Rose　stood　on　the　landing　of　the　Met？s　great　staircase；　a　tiny　silver　microphone

in　one　hand。　The　gold　sequins　of　her　gown　glittered　in　the　spotlight；　casting　a　disco…ball　effect

across　the　Met？s　Great　Hall。　Blair　thought　she　looked　like　a　seventies…era　Statue　of　Liberty。

？Hello　everyone；？　she　chirped；　beaming　at　the　collection　of　partygoers　who　had　been　shuffled

from　the　Ancient　Greek　room　into　the　Met？s　impressive　entryway。　？I　hope　you？re　having　a　good

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