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the sides of her mouth and changed hands, clapping the left one<br />
over her mouth and reaching out to shake hands with her right<br />
hand.<br />
“It’s so wonderful to finally meet you,” the woman said as they<br />
clasped hands. “I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done.”<br />
Blair nodded and pulled her hand away. Enough was enough. She<br />
couldn’t hold on any longer. Her eyes darted around the crowded<br />
room, desperately seeking help.<br />
There were Kati and Isabel, dancing with each other. There was<br />
Anthony Avuldsen, handing out tabs of E. There was Jeremy Scott<br />
Tompkinson, trying to teach Laura Salmon and Rain Hoffstetter how<br />
to blow smoke rings <strong>by</strong> the bar. There was Chuck, holding that little<br />
Ginny girl so tight it looked like her boobs might explode.<br />
All the extras were there, but where was her leading man, her<br />
savior?<br />
“Blair?”<br />
She turned around and saw Nate pushing his way through the crowd<br />
toward her. Nate’s eyes were bloodshot, his face slack, his hair<br />
uncombed. He looked more like a forgettable supporting actor than<br />
a leading man.<br />
Was this all there was? Was Nate it?<br />
Blair didn’t have much choice. She opened her eyes wide, silently<br />
asking Nate for help and praying he’d be up to the job.<br />
Ms. Agnelli frowned and turned around to see what Blair was staring<br />
at. Blair made a run for it, and Nate stepped in just in time.<br />
Thank God he was so stoned.<br />
“Nate Archibald,” Nate said, shaking hands with the woman. “My<br />
mother is a big fan of those falcons.”<br />
Ms. Agnelli laughed and blushed a little. What a charming young<br />
man. “Well, of course she is,” she said. “<strong>You</strong>r family has been very<br />
generous with our foundation.”<br />
Nate plucked two flutes of champagne off a passing tray and<br />
handed one to her. He raised his glass. “To the birds,” he said,<br />
clinking his glass with hers and trying to fend off an outbreak of the<br />
giggles.<br />
Ms. Agnelli blushed again. This boy was too cute!<br />
“Hey, those two girls helped plan the party, too,” Nate said,<br />
pointing at Kati and Isabel, who were standing on the edge of the<br />
dance floor, useless as usual. He waved them over.<br />
“Hello, Nate,” said Kati, tottering over on four-inch stilettos.<br />
Isabel clutched her drink and stared at the strange woman standing<br />
next to Nate. “Hi,” she said. “I love your suit.”<br />
“Thank you, dear. I’m Rebecca Agnelli, from the Central Park Save<br />
the Peregrine Falcons Foundation,” the woman said. She held her