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… I believe more in fate … she said to Serena; lowering the crystal flute with a thud on the
table and almost breaking the rod。
Blair spent the fingers in the long dark…brown hair that
had been trimmed by Antoine that day; his new favorite hairdresser Elizabeth Arden Red Door
Salon。
Serena laughed and goggle blue。
… So; how do you always said that their destination was Yale?
… This is different … Blair insisted。
Blairs father had gone to Yale and Blair always dreamed to go there too。
She was the first
of the class in Constance Billard and extracurricular activities was leaving the cover; then
try the early admission seemed an obvious choice。
But during the interview; she collapsed
and Blair became the Queen of Drama at the Cinema。
Told the interviewer a touching story of
how her mother had been divorced from her father was gay and about to marry a man she barely
knew; and was dying to get into college and start a whole new life。
And then she kissed the
interviewer … in fact; was tiptoe and kissed on the cheek
haggard and Erica hair!
Blair has always imagined the heroine of a movie black and white of the 1950s; with Audrey
Hepburn style; his idol。
That time had been his ruin。
Now she was required to apply for
regular admission to Yale with all others; and came to talk with his father to donate a
study program to Yalena France as a way to give a forcinha for her。
But their chances to get
in there still were;
at most; skinny ones。
Blair took a bottle of Cristal in the bucket of silver in the middle of the table and filled
the cup。
… Destination is for manés … she said。
… Just a silly excuse to let things happen rather
than destroy them to happen。
If at least she knew exactly how to make things she wanted the case even without pletely
screw with them。
The attention of Serena was shorter than that of a newborn puppy and elajá was too drunk to
have a serious talk。
… No more going falardo future; okay? … She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in the air