青帝小说

第22部分（第2页）

wouldn？t　recognize　it。Were　they　talking　about　Lord　Marcus？

？I　just　think　someone　should　tell　her；？　Laura　declared　before　flushing。　She　pushed　the　stall　door

open　and　began　to　wash　her　hands　with　the　L？Occitane　lemon　peel　foam　hand　wash　provided　by

the　Yale　Club。　？Don？t　you？？

？Totally；？　Kati　agreed。

Like　they？d　ever　have　the　nerve。

Blair　waited　until　they？d　gone　before　pushing　open　the　stall　door。　Her　stomach　was　roiling　from

all　the　vodka　and　champagne　she？d　drunk　in　the　last　few　hours；　but　she　wasn？t　about　to　resort　to

puking　and　risk　splattering　the　skirt　of　her　exquisite　suit。

What　do　they　know　about　Marcus？she　fumed。　Their　petty　jealousy　was　so　transparent；　it　made

her　even　more　nauseous　just　thinking　about　it。　Of　course　he　was　a　lord。　Hadn？t　they　noticed　his

wonderful　scuff…free　Church？s　shoes？　The　flawless　way　his　hair　was　cut？　The　tailor…made　seams

of　his　Savile　Row　shirts？　Hadn？t　they　heard　the　way　he　called　her　？gorgeous？　and　？darling？　and

kissed　her　hand　like　it　was　the　most　natural　thing　in　the　world？　There？d　been　no　mention　of　a

fianc？e　when　Blair　had　Googled　him。　No　fucking　way　was　he　engaged？to　anyone　but　her。　She

closed　her　eyes　dreamily。　Lady　Blair　Rhodes？it　did　have　a　nice　ring　to　it。

The　bathroom　door　swung　open　and　Isabel　Coates　marched　in；　looking　frazzled　because　her

white　satin　Dior　hair　clip　had　e　loose　while　she　was　dancing。　Isabel　was　always　such　a　freak

about　her　hair；　Blair　wondered　why　she　didn？t　just　cut　it　all　off。

？Oh。　You？re　in　here；？　Isabel　observed；　making　it　obvious　that　she？d　just　been　part　of　Kati？s　and

Laura？s　ongoing　dissection　of　the　so…called　Lord　Marcus。　？I　guess　I　should　be　the　one　to　tell　you。？

She　lowered　her　voice　to　let　Blair　know　that　what　she　had　to　tell　her　was　extremely

important。　？Before　you　get　hurt。？

Like　she　actually　cared？

Blair　narrowed　her　blue　eyes；　glaring　icily　at　Isabel？s　reflection　in　the　gilt…framed　mirror。　？Tell

me　what？？

Isabel　tucked　a　few　stray　brown　hairs　behind　her　ears；　then　frowned　and　ripped　out　the　hair　clip；

starting　all　over　again。

Blair　thought　her　cutoff　jeans　and　ripped　red　Juicy　T…shirt　made　her　look　tacky　and　desperate；

like　Paris　Hilton。

？That　Lord　Marcus　guy　is　married；？　Isabel　told　her　matter…of…factly；　wincing　with　effort　as　she

tried　to　get　her　ponytail　pletely　smooth　and　lump…free。

Blair　smeared　Chanel　Stroppy　lip　gloss　over　her　lips　for　the　seventh　time　in　five　minutes。　She

was　so　mad；　she　thought　she　just　might　throw　up　after　all。？Bullshit。？

Isabel　rolled　her　curly…lashed　brown　eyes　and　sighed　as　if　she　were　already　totally　bored　with　the