for the Les Best show to begin on Friday night。 Sonny was the son of Vivienne Webster; a British
lingerie designer whose hip…hugging boy shorts were all the rage at the moment。 Sonny and Chuck
had met in a bar last night and were already fast friends。 They were even wearing matching Tods
moccasins? dark brown with neon green rubber soles。 Very gay urban yachtsman; and extremely
impractical for the unprecedented amount of snow that had been predicted for that evening。
Chuck nodded。 ?She?s appearing naked。 That?s what I heard; anyway。? He rubbed his newly
toned stomach。 ?I can?t wait;? he added halfheartedly。
?See Chuck talking to whatshisname; Vivienne Webster?s totally gay son?? Kati Farkas
whispered to Isabel Coates。 ?I swear Chuck?s into guys now。? She and Isabel had made it to the
front row; just as they?d set out to do。 Not because of their pletely unnecessary little volunteer
effort hanging up NOLOITERINGsigns around Bryant Park but because Isabel?s father; Arthur
Coates; was a very famous actor who?d plained that his daughter and her frienddeserved to be
in the front row this year because he?d already spent a fortune on Les Best?s entire spring…summer
collection。
?I think maybe he?s bi;? Isabel whispered back。 ?He?s still wearing that gold monogrammed
pinky ring。?
?Yeah;? noted Kati。 ?Like that?s not totally gay。?
The huge white tent in Bryant Park was packed with fashion magazine editors; photographers;
actresses; and socialites。 Blondie?s ?Heart of Glass? pounded out of Bose speakers。 Christina
Ricci sat in the front row on her cell phone arguing with her publicist and defending her decision
to e to Les Best?s show instead of Jedediah Angel?s; which was happening downtown at
exactly the same time。
?Look; there?s Flow from 45!? Sonny squealed。 ?He?s such agod 。 And there?s Christina Ricci。
My mom just got a huge order from her。?
As Chuck gazed around the room; looking for more celebs and trying to be seen himself; he
spotted Blair about ten seats down in the third row。 He blew her a kiss and she smirked back。
?Why are we here again?? Blair yawned to Aaron。 Even though she was pletely annoyed
with Serena these days; she?d decided to e to the show to see if any of Les Best?s autumn
collection suited her new image。 Now that she was packed into the hot; crowded tent with its
overly loud music and overwhelming perfume stench like a twelve…year…old with a general
admission ticket at a 45 concert; she honestly couldn?t give two fucks about the clothes or that
Serena was the star of the show。 It was all Serena needed to prove that she really was the center of
the universe。
Blair didn?t need to hang out with gorgeous models and camp fashion designers; anyway。 She
was going to Yale; the premier institution of higher learning in the entire world;and she was going