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Ella Walker was considered family to the Van der Wooden's and Lily was...
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Nothing beats a summer abroad, but when travelling far from home, it's always nice to bring along an old friend from the neighbourhood. Cobblestones and Cafe de Flore, Ella's locked down the left bank and become a muse to us all. Meanwhile, Blair rules the right bank, storming the shops and consuming the classics. And sampling sugary snacks like a modern Marie Antoinette. But we hear Ella's stories sizzle while Blair's are more fizzle. She shopped at Saint Laurent and dined at Drouant but the only beau B's had this summer is on her headband.
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Ella had gotten the waiter's number.
"Your hot waiter gave me his number. Blair, what are you doing? We all agreed we wouldn't check Gossip Girl all summer."
"Summer's almost over." Blair said.
"So what does it say about Chuck?" Serena asked.
"I couldn't be less interested. No new posts. He's been MIA since he left town in spring." Blair replied.
"And what does it say about us?" Ella asked.
"'Ooh-la-la! Paris is burning, and Ella, Serena and Blair lit the match.' Of course your flame is hotter than mine. Everyone knows that the only guy who's been in my pants all summer is the tailor at Pierre Balmain."
"And whose fault is that?" Serena asked.
"Yeah, B, just as many guys have flirted with you. I just happen to have a thing for French waiters." Ella said.
"And bartenders and museum docents, anyone on a vespa or bicycle.... or wearing Zadig & Voltaire." Blair said.
"B, what's wrong? I thought you were having fun." Serena asked.
"I am. The best. But... all summer I've been sitting in front of my favourite Manet and reading Colette in the park, hoping that I'll lock eyes with somebody who's doing the same thing as me and feeling the same thing as I am."
"That's really romantic." Ella said.
"But, alas, not effective. For all my efforts, I'm heading back home with a Chuck-sized cloud over my head. And I don't even need to find a great love. I just wanna go on one nice date." Blair told.
"Well, this calls for some more Sancerre. I know a great wine bar down the street, and it happens to have a very hot bartender."
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Napoleon once said that secrets travel fast in Paris. But Gossip Girl travels faster. Bisou bisou.
