After all； Nate was going to Yale next year toplay lacrosse； not to bee some kind of
lacrossehistorian。
Obviously。
He propped himself up on one elbow and tugged a tissue out of his navy blue canvas Jack Spade
book bag。 He？d grown accustomed to carrying tissues。
？Maybe we should have gone to Bendel？s to look for dresses instead of here；？ Serena mused；
fingering the buttons on one of the suits。
Nah； their dressing rooms aren？t nearly as big。
See b die and go to heaven
Why Blair had never been inside the Madison Avenue Oscar de la Renta boutique before was
beyond her。 The boutique was modeled after Mr。 de la Renta？s home in the Dominican Republic；
with imported Dominican coral stone walls； plaster palm trees； and a shoe display set up like a
catwalk。 The eveningwear was hung in a special lounge furnished with love seats from de la
Renta？s furniture collection。 Too bad Blair wasn？t in the market for a black tulle ball gown or she
would have tackled Marcus and pulled him down on one of the toile love seats just to thank him
for taking her there。
？Hello； Marthe；？ Marcus greeted the amazingly beautiful； Amazon…like； Latina saleswoman。 She
was wearing a gold pouf skirt and a tight； hot pink short…sleeved sweater that were simultaneously
fifties retro and ultramodern。
At first Blair？s hackles rose and she started to bare her fangs； but then she quickly realized that
being jealous of anyone that impossibly tall； curvy； and gorgeous would be a total waste of time。
？Miss Waldorf is looking for a gown in white；？ Marcus explained； putting his arm around Blair
and totally erasing any jealous or irrational thoughts she？d ever had； or ever would have。
Wow； heis good。
Marthe nodded seriously and led them to a rack of white goddess gowns that would have looked
stunning on Marthe； but that Blair already knew would make her look like a fat runt with no real
cleavage to speak of。 She was about to protest； but Marcus？bless him？had already figured it out。
？What about one of those suits？？ he asked； walking over to finger an exquisite pleated white
satin skirt。 The skirt was paired with a fitted white satin jacket that sported the most perfect white
leather belt around the waist； fastened with a nifty white leather bow。
？You have the perfect figure for his suits；？ Marthe declared in a wonderful； thick accent。 She
strode over to the rack and selected three of the suits for Blair to try on。 ？And you are a size four； I
am sure。？
？Maybe she is even a size two；？ a sonorous male voice chimed in from behind them。
Blair whirled around； her heart already aflutter at being mistaken for a size two； and nearly
choked on her own saliva when she saw who it was。 Standing just a few feet away from her was
Oscar de la Renta himself； wearing a perfectly tailored gray suit； a starched white shirt； and a pink
tie； his handsome bald head looking like it had been oiled with olive oil； his gray…black eyebrows
smoldering。 Blair had seen him hundreds of times in the pages of fashion magazines and in the
society columns but never in person。 And for an old man； he was supremely sexy。
？Ah； Mr。 de la Renta；？ Marthe greeted her boss with a warm smile。 ？Miss Waldorf will wear your
suits well； no？？
Mr。 de la Renta looked Blair up and down and then flashed her an appreciative smile。 ？Very well；？
he agreed。 He turned to Marcus。 ？I missed your mother in Milan。？
？Hello； Uncle Oscar。？ Marcus smiled broadly； stepped forward； and embraced the designer；
hugging him affectionately。 Blair nearly threw up all over the beautiful floor。
Uncle Oscar！？
Marcus chuckled and then touched her arm。 ？He？s not really my uncle； but he may as well be。
My mother won？t wear anything but the clothes Uncle Oscar makes for her。？
Who could blame her？
For once； Blair was speechless。 She felt exactly like Dorothy inThe Wizard of Oz when she
wakes up after the Kansas cyclone and finds herself in Munchkinland； confronted by Glinda； the
beautiful； good witch。 Except that Blair wasn？t nearly as fat as Judy Garland。She was a sizetwo ！
？This way； Miss Waldorf；？ Marthe instructed； leading the way to a large jade green？curtained
dressing room。 She hung up four suits on the hooks inside？two in size four and two in size two。
？Don？t worry； I？ll fit her； Marthe；？ Mr。 de la Renta called after them。 ？Let me just find my
measuring tape。？
Blair was convinced she was dreaming； so whatever Mr。 de la Renta said was fine with her。
Marthe helped her into a size two skirt； which fit her like a dream； but as soon as she slipped her
arms into the sleeves of the size two jacket； it was clear that the shoulders were going to be too
tight。 Marthe sped it for the four； fastened the bow on the narrow leather belt； and then threw
open the curtain。
Ta…da！
Blair put her hands on her hips and strutted out of the dressing room like a runway model；
swishing the pleated skirt from side to side； a huge grin plastered to her face。 Why hadn？t she
thought of wearing a suit like this before？ Not that therewere many suits like this one。 It was
elegant and tarty at the same time？totally chic； but most of all； unique。
？Blimey；？ Marcus breathed。 ？You？re stunning。？
And so are you！Blair almost blurted out。 Not only was Lord Marcus breathtakingly handsome
and royal； he was bosom buddies with the most amazing fashion designer in the universe。
Mr。 de la Renta frowned and shook out his measuring tape。 ？The waist is all wrong；？ he fretted；
tugging on Blair？s jacket。 ？And the bodice is too high。？ He undid the belt and unfastened the
buttons on the jacket； yanking it roughly away from Blair？s arms。 ？You may keep the skirt； darling。
But please； may I make you a jacket that fits？？
May he？
Blair wished Serena or one of her other classmates would walk by and see her standing in the
middle of the Oscar de la Renta boutique wearing only her shell pink La Perla bra and one
of ？Uncle Oscar？s？ gorgeous pleated skirts； getting fitted for her graduation outfit by Oscar de la
Rentahimself 。 She glanced at Marcus； who grinned back at her and then silently placed his right
hand over his heart； his emerald green eyes shining with adoration。
Whoa。
Blair had to force herself not to pee in her pants。 She was so happy； she wasn？t sure if she could
stand it。
？Hold still；？ Mr。 de la Renta instructed as he lifted her arms and slipped his measuring tape
around her 34Bs。 Maybe it was the fact that she was surrounded by beautiful men and beautiful
clothes； but Blair had the most ridiculous urge to lick his shiny； sexy； bald head。 She giggled；
wobbling a little in her bare feet as he slid the measuring tape down to measure her hips。 ？Hold
still！？
She squeezed her eyes shut and did her best not to move； truly believing that when she opened
them again； she？d find she？d died and gone to heaven。
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