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usin　Camilla　behind。

As　she　marched　through　the　lobby；　she　spied　the　concierge　standing　behind　her　neat　little

desk。Perfect；　Blair　thought。　She　could　haveher　make　the　arrangements！　Blair　stormed　across　the

marble　tiles　to　where　the　woman　stood；　scribbling　notes　in　some　sort　of　leather…bound　ledger。

？I　need　some　assistance；？　Blair　ordered。　？Tickets　to　Paris。？

？Madam！　Ms。　er；　Beaton…Rhodes？？　asked　the　concierge；　a　short；　prim　Asian　woman　sporting

circular　John　Lennon？type　glasses　and　a　nononsense　bob。

？It？sMiss　Waldorf；　actually；？　Blair　corrected　her。

Not　Mrs。yet。

？Yes；　of　course；？　the　concierge　apologized。　？Madam；　I？m　just　confirming　your　reservation　for

another　week。　Is　that　accurate？？

？Sure；　sure。？　Blair　waved　her　hand。　She　had　business　to　attend　to。　？Like　I　was　saying；　I　want　to

go　to　Paris。　Like；　immediately。？

？That？s　fine；　then。　I？ll　just　need　a　credit　card。　For　the　room　charge。？

？Can　you　just　bill　Lord　Marcus？？　Blair　asked；　irritated。　？He？s　handling　the　whole　thing。？

？I　see；？　nodded　the　concierge；　making　a　note　in　her　little　leather　notebook。　？And　will　his

Lordship　be　visiting　soon？　We？ll　need　him　to　sign。？

？I？m　not　sure；？　admitted　Blair。　She　was　on　her　way　to　set　up　the　perfect　romantic

evening？lingerie；　champagne；　the　whole　thing？but　technically　she　hadn？t　spoken　to　him　all　day；　so

he　didn？t　even　know　that　they　had　a　date。

？Well；　I？m　afraid　we？re　going　to　need　to　schedule　a　time　for　his　Lordship　to　drop　by　and　sign　the

papers；？　the　concierge　replied　firmly。

？Fine；？　snapped　Blair。　？I？ll　figure　out　a　time。？

A　group　of　Italian　tourists　meandered　by；　randomly　snapping　pictures　of　Blair　while　she　fumed。