第23部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

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Well；　that？s　what　maids　are　for！

？Mmm；？　Serena　murmured。　There　was　nothing　special　about　Blair　throwing　a　tantrum；　although

Serena　kind　of　hoped　she？d　pick　up　the　clothes　afterwards。　But　ever　since　they？d　arrived　at　Bailey

Winter？s　sprawling　modernist　pound；　Blair　had　thrown　more　than　her　fair　share？even　for　her。

Now　that？s　really　saying　something。

Blair　was　convinced　that　the　skanky　Eurotrash　models　Ibiza　and　Svetlana　were　out　to　get　her。

She　kept　accusing　them　of　swiping　her　clothes　or　using　her　La　Mer　SPF　45　moisturizer　and

insisting　that　Ibiza；　the　brunette；　was　mimicking　her　every　move；　from　her　new　chin…grazing

hairstyle　to　her　wardrobe　selections。　Serena　had　to　admit　the　pair　bore　a　troubling　resemblance　to

her　and　Blair；　but　they　seemed　harmless　enough。　They　were　just　annoying；　like　the　copycat

ninth…grade　girls　back　at　Constance　Billard。

Isn？t　mimicry　the　most　sincere　form　of　flattery？

？Fuck　this；？　Serena　announced；　closing　the　magazine　and　pushing　it　off　the　bed。　She

yawned。　？I？m　not　going　to　rot　in　here　all　summer　long　just　because　we　want　to　avoid　some　weird

girls　with　buckteeth　and　cross　eyes。　I？m　going　swimming。？

？But　I　can？t　find　my　new　navy　polka…dot　Ashley　Tyler　cover…up；？　Blair　whined。　？What？s　the

point　of　being　a　muse　if　I？m　not　dressed　to　inspire？　If　that　Ibiza　girlborrowed　it；　I　swear　I？m　going

to　rip　her　malnourished　arms　off。？

Spoken　like　a　true　muse。

？e　on；　Blair。？　Serena　slipped　a　Gauloise　from　the　battered　pack　on　the　neatly　made　bed

beside　her；　lighting　it　with　the　silver　Dunhill　lighter　she？d　swiped　from　her　brother；　Erik。　It　was

engraved　with　his　monogram　EvdW。　？Just　throw　something　on　an