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es　a　very　beautiful；　veryempty　hotel　suite。？　She　inched　a　little　closer　to　him　on　the　pool　ledge。

Nate　grinned；　the　sun　bouncing　off　the　water　and　making　his　green　eyes　glitter　even　more　than

usual。　He　opened　his　mouth　to　speak　but　was　interrupted　by　a　voice　behind　them。

？Serena　van　der　Woodsen！？　a　syrupy；　high…pitched　voice　exclaimed。　They　both　turned　to　see

Bailey　Winter；　all　five　feet　of　the　famous　designer；　dressed　in　a　white　linen　suit；　a　hot　pink

handkerchief　in　his　pocket　and　an　enormous　pair　of　white　sunglasses　perched　on　his　head。　His

houseboy；　Stefan；　was　behind　him；　manning　the　leashes　of　Bailey？s　five　pugs。　？You　remember

Stefan；？　he　chirped　with　a　wave　behind　him。　？And　of　course　you　remember　Azzedine；　Coco；

Cristobal；　Gianni；　and　Madame　Gres。？　He　tittered；　gesturing　at　the　dogs。

How　couldanyone　forget？

？Of　course！？　Serena　jumped　up　and　gave　Bailey　a　damp　hug。　？It？s　so　good　to　see　you！？　she

exclaimed　affectionately。

After　Bailey　had　designed　the　costumes　forBreakfast　at　Fred？s；　he？d　invited　Serena　and　Blair　to

be　live…in　muses　at　his　East　Hampton　summer　home。　Their　stay　had　had　its　share　of　problems；

mainly　due　to　a　pair　of　skinny　Eastern　European　models　determined　to　make　their　life　there　a

living　hell。　In　a　horrendous　scene　at　one　of　Bailey？s　famous　parties；　they？d　ruined　his　furniture；

horrified　the　guests；　and　then　run　out　of　the　party？and　away　fr