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to　be　asked　outvery　soon　by　a　classy　older　man。　She　felt　extremely　acplished　for　someone　so

young。　The　noise　and　glitz　of　Fashion　Week　seemed　less　alluring　now　that　her　own　life　was

so　。　。　。stimulating　。　Plus　they　were　seated　in　the　third　row；　which　was　a　major　insult　when　she？d

always　been　seated　in　the　first　or　second　row　at　every　other　show　she？d　ever　been　to。

？I？m　honestly　not　sure　why　I？m　here；？　Aaron　answered　grumpily。　He　unzipped　the　bright　green

Les　Best　golfing　jacket　Serena　had　given　him　and　then　zipped　it　up　again。　The　jacket　was　made　of

stiff　cotton　canvas　that　made　a　loud；　swishy　sound　when　he　moved。　It　was　way　too　flashy　for　his

taste；　but　he？d　kept　it　on　because　Serena　had　insisted　that　he　couldn？t　e　to　a　fashion　show　and

sit　in　the　third　row　without　wearing　an　article　of　the　designer？s　clothing。　Aaron　liked　the　buzzy

vibe　of　the　fashion　show。　It　was　like　being　at　a　rock　concert。　But　it　was　just　so　bogus　that　they

were　all　gathered　there　to　look　at　。　。　。clothes　。

Outside　the　snow　had　been　falling　steadily　on　the　brightly　lit　city　for　over　two　hours。　Blair　could

just　imagine　how　insane　it　was　going　to　be　to　find　a　cab　home　later　that　night；　with　everyone

totally　underdressed；　totally　buzzed；　and　all　thinking　they　deserved　the　next　available　ride。　She

kicked　the　back　of　Nicky　Hilton？s　chair　with　her　black　patent　leather　Les　Best　flats　and　yawned

for　the　fiftieth　time。　While　her　mouth　was　still　stretched　open　in　full　yawn；　the　lights　suddenly

dimmed　and　the　music　stopped。　The　show　was　about　to　begin。

The　collection　being　shown　was　for　next　fall；　and　the　theme　was　Little　Red　Riding　Hood。　The

stage　was　decorated　like　a　fairy　tale　forest；　with　dark　brown　velvet　tree　trunks　and　low　branches

covered　in　glittering　emerald　green　silk　leaves。　Fluttery　flute　music　began　to　play；　and　suddenly

Serena　skipped　onstage　wearing　her　gray　pleated　Constance　Billard

School　uniform　skirt；　red　suede　over…the…knee　boots；　and　a　little　red　wool　minicape　tied　at　the

neck。　Under　the　cape　she　was　wearing　her　own　white　baby　tee　with　I　LOVEAARONemblazoned

in　black　across　the　chest。　Her　long　blond　hair　was　done　in　pigtails；　and　her　face　was　free　of

makeup；　except　for　her　lips；　which　were　painted　a　bright；　thrilling　red。　Serena　walked　the　runway

with　easy　confidence；　flouncing　her　pleated　uniform　skirt；　twirling　around；　and　then　pausing　for

the　cameras　like　she？d　been　doing　it　for　years。

Who　is　she？A　hundred　gossip…starved　voices　murmured　at　once。And　who　is　Aaron？

Blair　rolled　her　eyes；　even　more　bored　and　annoyed　now　that　the　show　was　under　way。

？Who？s　Aaron？？　Sonny　whined　to　Chuck　Bass。

？The　fuck　if　I　know；？　Chuck　answered　back。

？Is　that　supposed　to　be　Aaron　Sorkin？　You　know；　the　television　writer？？　a　bewildered

fur…wearingVogue　editor　asked　her　neighbor。

？Whoever　he　is；　he？s　one　lucky　dude；？　s