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第20部分（第4页）

Blair　closed　her　eyes　as　the　rope　of　hair　fell　to　the　floor。Please　make　me　look　pretty；　she　prayed

silently；and　sophisticated　and　poised　and　elegant　。　She　opened　her　eyes　and　stared　in　horror　at　her

reflection。　Her　wet；　blunt；　ear…length　mop　was　sticking　out　in　all　directions。

？Don？t　worry；？　Gianni　reassured　her　as　he　exchanged　his　big　scissors　for　a　small　pair　of

shears。　？Now　we　shape。？

Blair　took　a　deep　breath；　steeling　herself。　It　was　too　late　to　back　out　of　it　anyway。　Most　of　her

hair　was　on　the　floor。　？Okay；？　she　gasped。　Then　her　cell　phone　rang　again　and　she　lunged　at

it。　？Wait；？　she　told　Gianni。　？Hello？？

？Yes；　is　this　Blair　Waldorf？　Harold？s　daughter？？

Blair　studied　herself　in　the　mirror。　She　wasn？t　exactly　surewho　she　was　anymore。　She　looked

more　like　a　new　inmate　getting　her　preprison　crop　than　the　daughter　of　notorious　corporate　lawyer

Harold　Waldorf；　who？d　divorced　Blair？s　mother　two　years　ago　and　now　lived　in　a　chateau　in

France；　where　he　ran　a　vineyard　with　his　？life　partner；？　who　just　happened　to　be　a　man。

Considering　the　turbulent　state　of　her　present　existence；　Blair　really　wouldn？t　have　minded　being

someone　pletely　different；　which　was　part　of　the　reason　she？d　decided　to　submit　herself　to

Gianni　in　the　first　place。　She？d　even　settle　for　Katherine　instead　of　Audrey　as　long　as　the　look　was

totally　new。

？Yes；？　Blair　answered　feebly。

？Good；？　the　guy　on　the　phone　replied。　His　voice　was　deep　and　cajoling；　making　it　hard　to　guess

how　old　he　was。　Nineteen　or　thirty…five？　？This　is　Owen　Wells。　Your　father　mentored　me　at　the

firm　when　I　was　first　starting　out。　We？re　both　Yalies；　and　I　understand　you？re　interested　in　going

there　yourself。？

Interested？Blair　wasn？t　justinterested　in　going　to　Yale？it　was　her　sole　purpose　in　life。　Why　the

hell　else　would　she　be　takingfive　APs？

？Yes；　I　am；？　she　squeaked。　She　glanced　up　at　Gianni；　who　was　mouthing　the　words　to　a　cheesy

Celine　Dion　song　wafting　out　of　the　salon？s　sound　system。　？I　kind　of　messed　up　my　interview；

though。？

Actually；　she？d　kind　of　told　the　interviewer　her　whole　life？s　sob　story　and　then　kind　ofkissed　him；

which　was　more　than　kind　of　a　major　？whoops。？

？Well；　that？s　exactly　why　I？m　calling；？　Owen　Wells　replied；　his　sexy　voice　resonating　like　the

bass　notes　of　a　cello。　？Your　father？s　support　means　a　lot　to　the　school；　and　they　want　to　give　you　a

second　chance。　I？m　volunteering　my　services　as　your　alumnus　interviewer；　and　the　admissio