back。　It　was　a　big　turn…on　for　him；　obviously；　but　it　was　also　sort　of　sweet。　He　was　a　lonely　only

child；　craving　sisterhood。

Right。

She　decided　to　leave　the　bra　on　for　Nate？s　sake；　hiding　the　whole　ensemble　under　her　favorite

belted　black　cashmere　Lora　Piano　cardigan；　which　would　e　off　the　minute　she　stepped　into　his

well…heated　town　house。　Maybe；　just　maybe；　the　sight　of　her　hot　pink　bra　would　be　the　thing　to

make　Nate　realize　that　he？d　been　in　love　with　her　just　as　long　as　she？d　been　in　love　with　him。

Maybe。

She　opened　her　bedroom　door　and　yelled　down　the　long　hall　and　across　the　East　Seventy…second

Street　penthouse？s　vast　expanse　of　period　furniture；　parquet　floors；　crown　moldings；　and　French

Impressionist　paintings。　？Mom！　Dad？　I？m　going　over　to　Nate？s　house！　Serena　and　I　are　spending

the　night！？　When　there　was　no　reply；　she　clomped　her　way　to　her　parents？　huge　master　suite　in　her

noisy　Kors　wooden…heeled　sheepskin　clogs；　opened　their　bedroom　door；　and　made　a　beeline　for

her　mom？s　dressing　room。　Eleanor　Waldorf　kept　a　tall　stack　of　crisp　emergency　twenties　in　her

lingerie　drawer　for　Blair　and　her　ten…year…old　brother；　Tyler；　to　parse　from？for　taxis；　cappuccinos；

and；　in　Blair？s　case；　the　occasional　much…needed　pair　of　Manolo　Blahnik　heels。　Twenty；　forty；

sixty；　eighty；　one　hundred。　Twenty；　forty；　sixty；　eighty；　two　hundred。　Blair　counted　out　the　bills；