A Message from the author: I am a big fan of The Luxe and Gossip Girl. My friend has the Luxe series, and I have read all of them. While I have the Gossip Girl books collection (original, not the triplets), and I have read all of them. Unfortunately, I haven't finished collecting and I am still missing one book (It Had To Be You Prequel) to complete the collection. Nevertheless, it didn't stop me from doing this. :) Hope you and enjoy. This is my second time writing a fan fiction. Please do tell me what you think. :)

xxo,

MsDearlady

New Society

A Gossip Girl and The Luxe series Crossover

"The Waldorfs were seen in Grand Central Station. It is confirmed that Mr. Harold Waldorf and Mrs. Eleanor Waldorf with their daughter Blair, will be staying in New York City and will be welcomed tonight at the Hayes' mansion. New York society has been buzzing about the arrival of the Waldorfs ever since the news was heard two weeks ago.

Miss Blair Waldorf had commented to an anonymous reporter that she is thrilled to be living in a different kind of society, and that she is looking forward on meeting the society members tonight at the ball."

- Gamesome Gallant, 1902

Blair Waldorf entered the Hayes' ballroom with no gentleman to be with but herself. She wore a golden gown that defined the color of her skin, and her dark brown locks. Her eyes shined as she looked at all the ladies in their own stunning ball gowns. But someone caught her eye, at the corner of the room, sitting on a velveteen chair by the table in a stunning emerald ball gown. Her hair was up in a chignon and she really looked like a lovely maiden.

"Miss Waldorf, I didn't expect to see you here today." Mrs. Hayes suddenly appeared by her side that made her look away from the lady in emerald gown.

"Well, I didn't expect it either." Blair was with a smile. She stole a glance back at the lady and immediately realized who she was.

"You should finally meet Penelope. She just came back from Italy you see, for a vacation." Mrs. Hayes said as her gloved hand hooked on her forearm, and they glided down by the dance floor and went to the table where Penelope Hayes was. "Penelope, my dear, I'd like you to meet Miss Waldorf. The Waldorfs are new to the society. We should give them a warm welcome. You must've read about them." Penelope stood up with her head held up high and a small smile was on her lips.

"Yes" Penelope said, reaching out to shake her hand. Blair shook it lightly as they exchanged smiles at each other. "Nice to meet you Miss Waldorf, as your arrival was heard, I've also heard about your family's success. And we New Yorkers are so honored that your family has chosen our city for you to live in."

"Thank you. I am touched to hear that." Blair politely said.

"If you'll excuse me" Mrs. Hayes suddenly said. "I shall talk to Mrs. Holland. And Penelope, please take Miss Waldorf under your wing for a while, will you?" She turned to Penelope, and her daughter gave a courtly nod.

"Certainly mother." Penelope smiled back. They watched Mrs. Hayes go and when she was finally gone, Penelope slumped back down on the chair, as if all the life of her had gone. "Please, sit." She told Balir. She did what Penelope told her, and sat down on a velveteen chair beside her.

"Are you alright?" Blair asked. Penelope nodded.

"Yes, yes" She replied, waving her hand. "I'm just tired that's all."

"Oh" Blair couldn't say anything more. She knew so much about New York society and she knew about Penelope Hayes, her life, her friends, and the rumors. But they just knew each other now; it would be too awkward to talk about such matters. In fact, she was the one who told her parents that they should live in Manhattan.

It was already 1902. And society has changed. Penelope Hayes had been divorced to Henry Schoonmaker after the terrible affair between Henry and Diana Holland. Elizabeth Holland, the older of daughter, however had lost Snowden Cairins two years ago and has been divorced ever since. Her sister, Diana, ran away and left Henry Schoonmaker heartbroken that led to his divorce with Penelope. A lot of nasty things – the truth – had come out of the society papers, between Penelope, Henry, Elizabeth, and Diana Holland that society itself had changed and loved the scandal.

"I've heard all about you." Penelope finally spoke. "Your family is one of the wealthiest in Europe. By your mother's great sewing skills, and designs, Europe has embraced your mother's taste for fashion."

Blair smiled. "Well, I wouldn't really call it that way."

"We would certainly do." She replied with the same smile. "I have read about you all over the papers. I must say, very impressive." Penelope raised her eyebrows in interest. Blair waved her hand.

"Oh that's very kind of you." She said. But then they were disturbed as the Hayes' butler came beside Penelope and excused himself between the ladies.

"Miss Penelope, Mr. Hayes is asking for you in his office." The butler said, and Penelope stood up.

"Yes, thank you." She said then she turned to Blair. "Miss Waldorf, I'm sorry but I must excuse myself for a little while. I shall go to be in my father's company."

"Yes, of course." Blair quickly replied, nodding her head foolishly. She watched Penelope bow her head slightly and turned to go. Penelope walked away, and she was left all alone in the corner by the table. She watched the guests glide around the dance floor; the ladies' dresses were fluttering behind them. She took the champagne glass from the table beside her, and drank it down thirstily.

"You need to slow down on the champagne." She turned and saw Henry Schoonmaker with a smile on his handsome face, wearing a neat suit.

"I'm sorry." She said, putting down the glass immediately on the table. "I'm just really nervous that's all." She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled widely. She couldn't believe that she was facing Henry Schoonmaker.

"About what?" He asked, sitting down beside her where Penelope sat a while ago. Blair batted her eyelashes that were thickened with mascara. She was speechless, nonetheless.

"Being new to this society" she replied.

"Oh, are you new? You must be Blair Waldorf." Henry immediately said with eyes wide of interest. Blair nodded, as she raised her eyebrows. She was pretty impressed how everyone in the society seems to know her already. Is this how small Manhattan really is?

"Yes." She replied. "And you are?" She pretended as if she doesn't know him, well in fact, she does.

"Henry Schoonmaker" he said, shaking her hand.

"Please to meet you, Mr. Schoonmaker." She said.

"You too, but please call me Henry." He said with a smile. "My father is the one who is known to be Mr. Schoonmaker. But you know, I have heard all about you." Blair blinked her eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh you did? You must've read about me either. I'm getting that a lot tonight, you see." She muttered, and winked. Henry continued to smile.

"I see." He nodded. He then stood up and offered a hand. "Do you want to dance with me?" He asked. She nodded politely and took his hand with her gloved one.

Blair felt the people's eyes looking at them as Henry guided her with his hand. He put his hand at her back, pulling her closer, and they began to dance. Her dress fluttered beautifully behind her back as she danced expertly and gracefully. In Europe, she was used to this, that they dance all night long. No matter how their feet ache, they don't just stop.

"You dance quite remarkably, Henry." She commented. She was a bit impressed after all.

"Quite?" Henry said and raised an eyebrow in an amusing way.

"Alright, not quite then, but you do dance remarkably." Blair said with a great smile.

"Thank you. I must say you do too." He said. Blair then beamed, like she won a war. The smile seems to represent victory. "And may I say that you look beautifully stunning tonight – a great way to dress for your first time in the society." Blair looked away to hide her blushing cheeks. It was absolutely embarrassing but nevertheless, sweet.

"I would be flattered, Mr. Schoonmaker, but I also must say that I know you as well, perhaps, too well in fact." She replied as she looked at his eyes.

"You know nothing about me." He said with a flirtatious smile.

"Oh I do." Blair replied, her eyes widened with a flash of interest. "Your history with Penelope Hayes, Elizabeth Holland and may I include Diana Holland? Pretty long list, I must say." He then chuckled.

"And I assumed that you didn't know me at all?"

"I don't. I only knew Henry Schoonmaker by name, not in person." She said with a smirk.

"So you have heard about me and read about me either?" He asked. He seemed to be enjoying on how she was treating him. Perhaps he hasn't met too many clever ladies.

"You can say it that way." She replied. And for a moment, they exchanged a long stare and a small smile on their faces. But then he suddenly glanced away, and looked behind her.

"I must go." He suddenly said, looking straight away behind her. "My father is calling me. I shall see you again." He let go of her, and took her hand. He kissed her gloved hand, and bowed as he did. She then nodded curtly as his lips tickled through her gloved hand.

"We shall." She replied, and batted her eyelashes. He then walked past her.

And he was gone.