dramatically； snatched her cocktail napkin off the table； and began to shred it in her lap。 ？It was
only on the cheek； but it was still totally inappropriate。 I just wanted him to remember me。 You
know； you only get a few minutes to make an impression； but I guess I went a little overboard。？
She looked up into Owen？s sympathetic blue eyes。 ？I don？t know what I was thinking。？
Owen sipped his drink silently as he considered the information。 ？I？ll see what I can do；？ he
responded finally； but his voice sounded detached and skeptical now。
Blair swallowed。 It was pretty obvious he thought she was hopelessly stupid and insane。 Oh； God。
She wasruined 。
Suddenly he broke into a devilish white…toothed grin。 ？I？m only joking； Blair。 That doesn？t
sound so bad。 It was probably the most memorable； entertaining interview Jason Anderson III has
ever had。 Face it； he？s not the most exciting guy in the world； and his job has got to be a little
monotonous。 I？m sure you were the highlight of the fall interview season。？
？So you don？t think it？s hopeless after all？？ Blair asked in her most tragic
Audrey…needs…your…help voice。
Owen took her small； ruby…ringed hand in his large tanned one。 ？Not at all。？ He cleared his
throat。 ？Has anyone ever told you you look a bit like Audrey Hepburn？？
Blair blushed from the roots of her hair down to her toe…nail cuticles。 Owen seemed to know
exactly the right things to say； and he looked so much like Cary Grant； it made her dizzy。 His thick
gold wedding ring pressed into the bones on the back of her hand。 She frowned down at it。 If he
was so married； what was he doing holding her hand？
Owen withdrew his hands and shifted in his seat； reading her mind。 ？Yes； I？m married； but we？re
not together anymore。？
Blair nodded hesitantly。 It was really none of her business。 Although if Cary？Owen？wanted to
ask her out again； she wouldn？t exactly say no。
Ask her out again？Was she forgetting this wasn？t exactly a date？
？So； I？m sure you have to get back to your AP homework and all that。？ Owen reached for her
hand again as if he couldn？t bear to let her go。 ？But do you mind if I call you again sometime？？
Blair hoped she lookedexactly like Audrey at this very moment。 Yes； Owen was nearly her
father？s age； a lawyer； aman ； but she？d never felt so strongly attracted to anyone in her life。 Why
fight it？ It was her second semester of senior year。 She？d worked hard throughout high school and
was hopefully getting into Yale soon。 Yes； seeing an older man was crazy and irresponsible； but it
was about time she had a little fun。
？Sure。？ She smiled and cocked her neatly plucked right eyebrow theatrically。 ？I？d like that。？
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hey people！
Teen heiress sells horses for drugs！
Last night I was out at that new club on Harrison； and between sips of the club？s signature ？adult？
version of the Shirley Temple I got the latest scoop on one of my nursery…school classmates。
Although she？s heir to the largest lumber fortune in the entire world； she was recently caught
selling her show horses for drug money。 Apparently she doesn？t e into her inheritance until
she？s eighteen and only gets a ？small？ monthly allowance。 She was short on cash； so she took
Guns？n？Roses； her prized show jumper； down to auction and used the money to buy some speed
or whatever she does。 How tacky is that？ Apparently her eighty…year…old nanny？or whoever looks
after her now that her father has passed away and her mother has moved to Sandy Lane in
Barbados？found out about the horse and sent my old friend straight to rehab。
Sounds like rehab is the place to be this winter！
Fashion Week： the lowdown
Expect to freeze your ass off while trying to hail a cab。 Expect to wait an hour for a show to start
only to be told that the show is runninganother hour late。 Expect to see lots of Botoxed；
fake…tanned； anorexic girls trying not notice that they all wore the same thing to the same show；
and lots of gay men wearing more perfume than the girls。 Expect to find out that those ugly…ass
cargo pants with tapered legs are back in styleagain 。 Expect to be envious of the pouty…lipped；
giraffe…legged models who actually look good in them。 Expect to be annoyed by heavily made…up；
fur…wearing women who bring their little Louis Vuitton collar？wearing French bulldogs to the
show in matching Louis Vuitton handbags。 Expect to be dying for the after…party to start so you
can smoke。 Expect the after…parties to be truly mind…blowing。 Expect not to remember what
happened the morning after。
Your e…mail
Q：？ ？ Dear GG；
I was walking by the bar in the pton Hotel last night and I saw B with this man who I
recognize from my building。 He has a daughter who？s like in ninth or tenth grade at my school。
What？s that all about？
？Tom
A：？ ？ Hey Tom；
Who knows what she was up to； but can？t you totally see B as some poor girl？s evil stepmom？
？GG
Q：？ ？ Dear G…Dawg；
Can I just say that you kick ass！ Also； I heard N is going to that fancy rehab up in Greenwich。
My cousin went there and came back more messed up than before。
？F。B。
A：？ ？ Dear F。B。；
Thanks for the pliment； although I don？t know if I dig the whole ？G…Dawg？ thing。 And
whatever happens to N in rehab； they can？t take away his soul or his divine beauty！
？GG
Sightings
Nand his parents having a tour of that stylin？ new rehab clinic inGreenwich 。C having his nails
done atCoin ； an all…male spa in Chelsea。 No kidding。S picking up a custom…made baby tee at one
of those customized T…shirt places inChinatown 。B standing in front ofTiffany ； drinking out of a
paper cup and eating a Danish； just like
Audrey HepburninBreakfast at Tiffany？s； exceptB was wearing her gray school uniform instead
of a blackChristian Dior evening gown。K andI putting up NOLOITERINGsigns around theLes
Best tent。 It looks like they actuallyvolunteered their services so they could get good seats。
It？s supposed to snow like crazy this weekend but has that ever stopped us？ See you in the front
row！
You know you love me。
gossip girl
kindred spirits connect in rehab
？Has everyone heard about the snowstorm？ We？re supposed to get four feet by midnight！？ Jackie
Davis； Nate？s teen group facilitator at the Breakaway Rehabilitation Center； rubbed her hands
together as if the idea of being snowed in with all these rich derelicts was her idea of a rocking
good time。
After Nate had gotten busted in the park； his father and Saul Burns； the family lawyer； had e
to fetch him at the precinct。 Nate？s father； a stern； silver…haired navy captain who handled
emergencies with crisp； efficient formality； had paid the fine of three thousand dollars and
cosigned an agreement that Nate would immediately attend a drug rehabilitation program for a
minimum of ten hours per week。 That meant Nate was going to have to ride the train out to
Greenwich； Connecticut； five days a week for counseling and group therapy。
？Just think of it as a job； son；？ Saul Burns had tried to reassure him。 ？An after…school job。？
Captain Archibald hadn？t said anything。 It was pretty clear that Nate had disappointed him beyond
words。 Luckily Nate？s mother had been in Monte Carlo visiting her thrice…divorced sister。 When
Nate had relayed the sordid tale over the phone she？d shrieked and wept； smoked five cigarettes in
rapid succession； and then broken her champagne glass。 She was always a little dramatic。 After all；
she was French。
？All right。 Let？s start out by going around the circle；？ Jackie instructed in a sunny voice； as if
this were the first day of nursery school。 ？Tell us your name and explain why you？re here。 Keep it
short； please。？ She nodded at Nate to start； since he was sitting directly to her right。
Nate shifted unfortably in his Eames chair。 All the furniture at the posh Greenwich；
Connecticut； rehab cli