gossip girl 12 终结- 第14部分

“Okay；　miss。　We’re　located　at—“

“I　know　where　you　are；”　Blair　said　quickly　as　she　stepped　into　the　first　cab　that　pulled　up；　stealing　it　from　a　harried…looking　woman　in　a　chinchilla　coat。　Blair　felt　guilty　for　a　moment；　but　this　was　an　emergency。

“Fifty…seventh　and　Fifth；”　she　said　quickly　as　the　cab　peeled　away　from　the　curb。　Maybe　Nate　had　just　said　his　parents　were　ing　home　so　he　could　stage　an　elaborate　surprise　for　her；　to　show　her　how　truly　sorry　he　was　for　running　away　last　summer。　And　a　surprise　was　so　sweet—she　loved　surprises；　especially　when　she　knew　about　them。

Naturally。

Blair’s　heart　thudded　in　anticipation　as　the　cab　turned　onto　Fifth。　Outside；　the　stately　doorman　buildings　of　the　Upper　East　Side　gradually　gave　way　to　the　brightly　colored　window　displays　of　high…end　shops。　Garlands　of　greenery　were　wrapped　around　streetlamps　and　light　displays　were　lit　up　across　the　avenue。　Blair　felt　like　it　was　Christmas　and　her　birthday　and　the　Barneys　warehouse　sale　rolled　into　one。

“Here’s　fine；”　Blair　said　as　the　cab　idled　in　traffic　on　Fifty…ninth　Street。　She　could　walk　a　few　blocks。　She　handed　the　driver　a　ten　from　her　Prada　wallet　and　slipped　out　the　door。

She　paused　in　front　of　the　limestone　corner　building　that　housed　Tiffany　&　Co。

A　dapper　doorman　in　a　three…piece　suit　pushed　the　revolving　door；　and　she　entered；　enjoying　the　feeling　of　her　Sigerson　Morrison　boots　sinking　into　the　plush　carpet。　The　iconic　store　was　filled　with　tourists　eagerly　gawking　at　the　merchandise　under　thick　glass　counters。　Ordinarily；　the　bustle　would　have　annoyed　her；　but　she　didn’t　mind　today。　She　liked　how　everything　in　the　store　felt　so　alive　and　exciting；　as　if　anything　could　happen。　She　marched　over　to　a　customer　service　desk　in　the　left　corner　of　the　room。

“Hello；　I’m　Blair　Waldorf；”　she　announced　to　the　tiny　man　behind　the　counter。　He　wore　a　pink　striped　French　cuffed　shirt　and　a　red　tie。　His　robin’s　egg　blue　name　tag　read　FREDDIE。　“I　believe　you　called　me。”

“Of　course；　Miss　Waldorf！”　he　shrieked。　He　glanced　meaningfully　over　at　the　beige　couches　in　the　corner。　Blair　followed　his　gaze；　expecting　to　see　Nate。　An　overweight　guy　wearing　a　pink　baseball　cap　on　his　bald　head　stood　beside　two　women　arguing　with　each　other　in　French；　and　a　handsome　guy　in　shorts　sat　with　his　back　to　them。

Blair　knew　only　one　guy　who　wore　cargo　shorts　in　the　winter；　as　if　he　simply　wasn’t　affected　by　the　cold。　And　she’d　sort　of　forgotten　that　he　existed。

“Scout！”　Pete　looked　up　and　grinned　devilishly　as　he　sauntered　toward　her。　It　was　as　if　he’d　just　spotted　her　across　the　dining　hall。

“Hi；”　Blair　said　weakly。　It　wasn’t　like　she’d　forgotten　about　Pete；　exactly；　but　he　certainly　hadn’t　been　front　and　center　on　her　radar。

“But　what　about　Costa　Rica？”　Blair　asked；　confused。　Pete　was　supposed　to　be　there　for　another　week。

He　shrugged　and　smiled。　“I　couldn’t　do　it。　I　needed　to　be　with　you。　So　I　got　to　thinking…”　Pete　smiled　as　he　reached　into　the　pocket　of　his　cargo　shorts；　removed　a　blue　box；　and　held　it　out　to　her。

“What？”　Blair　asked；　a　wave　of　dizziness　hitting　her。

“Open　it。”　Pete　pushed　the　box　into　her　hands。　Fingers　trembling；　she　opened　the　Tiffany　blue　cardboard　box　to　find　a　small　black　velvet　jewelry　box。　Blair’s　heart　careened　through　her　chest　to　the　floor。

Was　he　proposing？　At　Tiffany？　She’d　imagined　this　was　how　she’d　get　engaged　a　million　times。　But　in　all　her　fantasies；　it　wasn’t　Pete　asking　her。　It　was　Nate。

She　pried　open　the　hinged　lid　of　the　box。　There；　sitting　on　a　bed　of　blue　satin；　was　a　white　gold　ring。　It　was　circled　by　tiny　pink　sapphires　that　captured　the　light。

“Is　this…”　Blair　began；　her　fingers　trembling。

“It’s　not　an　engagement　ring；”　Pete　explained　hurriedly；　reading　the　shocked　expression　on　Blair’s　face。　“At　least　not　yet。　But　I　do　want　you　to　e　on　Carlson　vacations。　I　feel　like　this　sort　of　answers　my　dad’s　‘no　ring；　no　bring’　rule；　don’t　you？”　he　asked　with　an　adorably　lopsided　smile。

Around　them；　tourists　craned　their　necks　to　see　what　was　going　on。　One　paunchy　man　had　even　pulled　out　his　camera　phone　and　was　filming　the　whole　incident。　Blair　wanted　to　yell　at　everyone　to　go　away。　She　gazed　into　Pete’s　ocean　blue　eyes；　unsure　of　what　to　do。　She　knew　she　didn’t　want　to　touch　the　ring。　She　couldn’t。

“Thanks；”　she　began　weakly；　forcing　a　smile　at　the　customers　surrounding　her。　Four　years　ago；　Nate　had　bought　her　an　ugly　gold　heart　on　a　plain　black　cord。　She’d　hated　the　necklace。　She　loved　this　ring。　But　somehow；　it　wasn’t　to　be。

She　shut　the　jewelry　box　with　a　deliberate　snap。　“I　can’t。”　Her　voice　broke　on　the　last　word。　“I　just　can’t。”　Then　she　turned　and　walked　out　the　revolving　door；　not　looking　back　to　see　the　heartbroken　look　on　his　face。

Breakup　at　Tiffany’s？

it’s　not　acting　if　it’s　the　truth

“Cut；　cut；　cut！”　Ken　Mogul　yelled；　his　bloodshot　blue　eyes　bugging　from　his　head。　He　threw　his　bullhorn　down；　where　it　clattered　on　the　soundstage。

It　was　the　last　week　of　filming　Coffee　at　the　Palace；　the　much…anticipated　sequel　to　Breakfast　at　Fred’s。　They　were　on　a　set　in　Queens　designed　to　look　like　a　large　New　York　City　hotel　penthouse　that　opened　onto　a　rooftop　garden。　Thaddeus　placed　his　hands　on　Serena’s　tanned　shoulders　protectively。　They’d　worked　long　enough　with　Ken　as　a　director　to　know　that　once　he　started　throwing　things；　he　rarely　stopped　with　one　object。

As　long　as　he　doesn’t　move　on　to　the　talent；　they’ll　be　fine。

“Serena；　for　fuck’s　sake；　you’re　supposed　to　be　Holly。　Goddamn　Holly　who’s　in　love　with　her　goddamn　husband　but　is　tormented　by　the　memory　of　her　goddamn　ex…lover；　whom　she’s　supposed　to　be　fucking　seeing　in　five　minutes　for　coffee。　Where　the　holy　fucking　hell　is　the　passion？”　Ken　screamed；　his　freckled　face　turning　as　red　as　his　curly　shoulder…length　hair。

“Sorry；”　Serena　sighed；　pulling　anxiously　on　the　sleeve　of　her　vintage　black　and　white　wool　Givenchy　dress。　It　had　been　a　long　morning。　Really；　it　had　been　a　long　week。　Nate　had　hardly　said　two　words　to　Serena　at　brunch　the　other　day。　And　the　only　words　Blair　had　said　to　her　since　then　were　about　Nate。

“Okay。　Let’s　start　all　over　again。　Take！”　Ken　screamed　loudly；　his　voice　cracking　up　an　octave。

“I　love　you。”　Serena　concentrated　on　Thad’s　large；　wide…set；　I’m　pletely　gay　eyes。　“There’s　never　been　anyone　else。　My　dreams　didn’t　lie。　Even　when　I　sleep　next　to　you；　I　dream　about　you。”

“CUT！”　Ken　shrieked　angrily。　“You　sound　like　you’re　talking　to　your　goddamn　guinea　pig。　Who　the　fuck　cares　if　you　love　him？　I　don’t。　Anyone？　Anyone　on　set？”　One　timid；　owlish…looking　assistant　raised　her　hand。　Ken　held　up　his　clipboard　as　if　he　were　going　to　throw　it。　“Great。　Fucking　Mousy　Girl　over　there　will　net　our　film　ten　dollars。　Off　my　set！”　he　yelled　theatrically　as　the　terrified…looking　assistant　scampered　away。　Ken　cradled　his　head　in　his　hands　and　sighed。

“You　okay？”　Thad　whispered。　Serena　nodded；　but　she　could　feel　beads　of　anxious　sweat　creep　down　her　spine。　She　took　a　seat　on　a　peach　jacquard–covered　wingback　chair　in　the　corner。　A　makeup　assistant　immediately　scurried　up　and　dabbed　powder　on　her　forehead。

“Okay；”　Thaddeus　whispered。　“I　think　you　know　me　too　well。　Forget　about　me　and　just　pretend　you’re　talking　to　the　love　of　your　life。　Listen；　this　is　how　I　would　say　it　if　I　were　talking　to　Serge。”　Thad　turned　toward　Serena　and　closed　his　eyes。

“There’s　never　been　anyone　else；”　Thad　began　dramatically；　opening　his　eyes　once　more　and　gazing　at　Serena；　as　if　he　wasn’t　sure　if　she　were　real　or　a　figment　of　his　imagination。　“My　dreams　didn’t　lie。　Even　when　I　sleep　next　to　you；　I　dream　about　you。”

Serena　pulled　her　hair　into　a　tight　ponytail　at　the　crown　of　her　head。　It　was　sweet　of　him　to　try　to　help；　but　it　was　useless。　“I　don’t　love　anyone　that　way；”　she　cut　him　off。　In　this　scene；　Holly　was　supposed　to　recognize　that　the　only　person　she　really　loved　was　her　husband。　That；　no　matter　what；　and　no　matter　how　many　stupid　things　he　did；　he　was　the　only　person　who　could　ever　make　her　feel　happy　and　plete。

She　sighed　and　leaned　back　into　the　wingback　chair。　She　wished　she；　and　not　her　alter　ego；　Holly；　was　face…to…face　with　the　man　of　her　dreams。　She　wished　the　wind　was　blowing　through　her　hair　and　that　she　was　holding　a　real　drink　instead　of　a　seltzer　mixed　with　food　coloring。　She　wished　she　was　out　on　a　sailboat；　in　the　middle　of　the　deep　navy　ocean；　under　the　wide　blue　sky；　with　him。

She　wished　she　was　with　Nate。

Serena　felt　a　sob　rise　in　her　throat。

“Don’t　worry　about　the　scene　for　right　now。　Is　everything　okay？”　Thaddeus　asked　in　concern　as　he　perched　on　the　arm　of　her　chair。

“Okay；　princesses；　teatime’s　over。　Let’s　work。　My　sanity’s　at　stake。”　Ken　rolled　his　eyes。

Serena　stood　up；　crossed　toward　the　camera；　and　blinked　at　what　was　supposed　to　be　the　Hudson　River　in　front　of　her。　She　imagined　Nate；　far　away；　on　a　sailboat；　a　tiny　dot　in　the　middle　of　the　ocean。　She　turned　her　head；　her　chin　grazing　her　tanned；　bare　shoulder。　“I　love　you。　I　always　have。”　She　brushed　a　lock　of　hair　out　of　Thaddeus’s　eyes；　the　way　she