standing on the threshold； taking in the scene。 ？e here and give me a big kissie…poo
immediately！？
Serena followed Blair？s example； depositing her hunter green Herm？s canvas tote on the
well…polished floor and embracing the diminutive designer。 The pugs swirled around her； rubbing
their fat； drool…dripping jowls against her already…tanned legs。
？Oh my goodness； behave！？ Bailey scolded the dogs； though they paid no attention； wagging
their tiny blond rumps crazily。 ？Girls； let me introduce you。 These are Azzedine； Coco； Crist？bal；
Gianni； and Madame Gr？s。？ He nodded to his five bug…eyed dogs。 ？Kiddies； these are the girls：
Blair Waldorf and Serena van der Woodsen； my new muses。 Play nice！？
？Should I get the bags？？ inquired a deep voice with a vaguely German accent。 Blair turned to see
a lanky； floppy…haired boy enter the room from the sunlight…flooded hallway that led to the back of
the house。 Blair could see an almost…black infinity…edge swimming pool through the
floor…to…ceiling windows behind him。 The boy was wearing a threadbare orange T…shirt that barely
covered his caramel…colored biceps； and tattered olive cargo shorts that hung below his knees。
Where had she seen him before？ In an Abercrombie catalog？ In his underwear on a billboard in
Times Square？
In her dreams？
？Oh hel…looooo；Stefan；？ Bailey squealed。 ？The girls will stay in the pool house。？