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view　was　great；？　Jason　teased；　digging　a　wine　key　into　the　cork　and　pulling　it　out

with　a　satisfying　pop。

It　wasn？t　as　manding　as　the　view　of　Central　Park　from　the　high…up　terrace　of　Blair？s　Fifth

Avenue　penthouse；　but　there　was　something　magical　about　the　hot　summer　haze　lin…gering　over

the　neighborhood？s　bland　apartment　towers。　The　trees　weren？t　as　perfectly　pruned　as　the　oaks　and

elms　that　surrounded　the　park；　but　the　spindly　branches　that　peeked　above　the　roofline　were　lush

and　green。　The　Upper　East　Side；　Blair　realized；　was　just　like　Bailey　Winter？s　line：　from　Fifth　to

Park　Avenues　was　Bailey　Winter　Couture；　everything　from　the　Park　to　Lexington　was　like　Bailey

Winter　Collection；　and　everything　between　there　and　the　river　was　Bailey　by　Bailey　Winter。

That？s　one　way　to　think　of　it。

？It？s　really　nice；？　she　agreed；　taking　a　plastic　cup　of　chilled　wine　and　settling　onto　the　worn　navy

blue　cotton　blanket　Jason　had　spread　on　the　warm　tar　roof。　It　wasn？t　as　soft　as　her　favorite

cashmere　Asprey　picnic　throw；　but　she　had　on　the　per…fect　summer　outfit；　a　gorgeous　man　was

sitting　next　to　her；　and　her　career　in　fashion　was　about　to　explode。　Who　needed　minor　British

royalty？　She　was　a　New　Yorker　and　this　was　a　classic　summer…in…New…York　moment。　London　was

a　damp　and　smelly　slum　by　parison。

？So；　how　e　Serena　never　mentioned　you　before？？　Jason　asked。

？Maybe　she　wanted　you　all　to　herself；？　Blair　replied　mischievously　and　probably　accurately。　？To

a　crazy　summer。？　Blair　clinked　her　plastic　cup　of　wine　with　Jason？s。　？So　far；？　she　added　giddily。

？To　a　crazy　summer；？　he　echoed；　taking　a　sip。　？Anyway；　I　don？t　think　Serena？s　interested　in　me。

We　hung