三三言情小说

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　If　two　people

were　destined　to　one　another；　but　they　could　be。

　But；　as　in　any　relationship　where　Serena

has　been　involved；　with　its　farrinha　Nate　was　just　a　quick　fied。

　Blair　and　Nate　were　serious

thing。

　And　they　were　always　a　presence；　as　reliable　as　the　doorman　in　the　lobby　of　the

building　at　Fifth　Avenue　Serena　…　which　was　impossible　to　imagine　how　the　future　would　be

without　them　as　spouses。

　Because　of　them；　Serena　would　be　felt　as　part　of　a　relationship

seriously；　and　it　was　daunting　to　see　how　things　had　been　bad。

Blair　sofregamente　drank　of　his　cup　of　Cristal　champagne。

　The　two　girls　were　sitting　alone

at　a　round　table　and　large；　covered　with　a　towel　taffeta　black　and　white　muslin；　the　opulent

ballroom　of　the　Hotel　St。

　Claire；

ballroom　where　the　annual　Black…and…White　was　good　bunch。

　Girls　take　the　fall…to…long　and

black　of　Versace　and　Dolce　&　Gabbana；　with　white　plumes　in　the　hair；　danced　with　boys　in

scintillant　smokings　black　and　white　Tom　Ford　for　Gucci；　and　a　giant　ball　made　of　black　and

white　roses　hung　from　ceiling。

　Blair　had　a　strong　déjà　vu。

Her　mother　had　married　a　month　before　with　a　Mané；　suarento　named　Cyrus　Rose；　fat　and

receipt　of　the　marriage　happened　in　that　room。

　The　marriage　also　occurred　on　the　anniversary

of　17　years　of　Blair；　the　day　she　planned　to　go　to　the　end　with　Nate。

　She　spent　hours　if

store　and　tested　repeatedly　in　the　head　every　moment　of　it。

　But　then　she　was　hampered　by

Nate　is　holding　with　that　little　girl　in　the　lobby　of　the　hotel　and　realized　that　in　the

end；　no　matter　how　nice　you　were　on　your　bridesmaid　dress　from　Chloé　brown；　or　how　her　hair

was　theater；　or　the　height　of　jumps　of　her　Manolo　Blahnik　stiletto；　Nate

was　busy　apalpando　the　breasts　of　that　balloon　head　felpuda　of　14　years　to　realize

something。

It　was　the　worst　birthday　that　Blair　has。

　But　she　would　not　be　hammering　it。

　It　was　not　that

type。

Oh；　yeah；　okay　then。