Wele　to　your　new　family；　girls！

truth？stranger　than　fiction　after　all

？Turn　your　head　now；　just　to　the　left　a　tiny　centimeter。。。。　Another　centimeter　。　。　。？　Vanessa

plied；　turning　her　head　slightly　to　the　left　to　allow　Bailey　Winter　an　unfettered　look　at　her

profile。

？My　goodness；　isn？t　that　just　yummy？？　Bailey　was　talking　to　no　one　in　particular　as　he　scribbled

furiously　in　his　crocodile…bound　sketchbook；　wielding　his　pencil　and　turning　the　pages　like　a

madman。　？Yes；　yes；　Vanessa；　my　dear；　this　is　it；　you？ve　really　got　it。　You　give　Giselle　and　Kate

and　those　little　chickadees　a　run　for　their　money　now；　don？t　you；　dearest？　Mmmm！？

Only　half…listening　and　unsure　who　Giselle　and　Kate　were　anyway；　Vanessa　fiddled　with　the

camera　that　was　perched　on　her　lap　like　a　kitten。　She　was　reclining　on　a　long　stone　divan　laden

with　enough　pillows　and　fur　throws　to　actually　make　it　pretty　fortable；　but　hot　for　a　July

after…noon；　with　a　nice；　clear　view　of　the　pool。　She　watched　Chuck　Bass　frolicking　in　the　shallow

end；　clad　only　in　a　floral…print　European…style　bathing　suit　that　left　nothing　to　the　imagination；

while　his　monkey　perched　on　the　diving　board；　eating　a　bowlful　of　grapes。

How　erotic。

She　wasn？t　supposed　to　fiddle　too　much；　so　she　couldn？t　study　the　shot　through　the　viewfinder；

but　she　was　confident　it　was　all　cinematic　gold：　there　was　Chuck　wading　through　the　waist…high

water；　chattering　into　his　Bluetooth　headset　with　Sweetie　chomping　in　the　background。　Behind

him；　Stefan；　the　skinny　houseboy；　was　sweeping　the　flagstone　path　that　led　from　the　tennis　courts

to　the　main　residence；　trying　not　to　accidentally　whack　the　five　overindulged