A/N: This is the first story I've written on here, so please don't be too harsh! Review!(: This story is set a week before senior year starts! And Blair never dated Marcus. Nate's still having the affair with Catherine. Disclaimer: I don't own gossip girl, just my character.

Could this get any more annoying? Desiray thought. She was observing the enormous crowd surrounding her as they listened to the priest's words before her mother's casket was to be buried underground. Everyone was staring at her with an expression that could only be described as pitiful. The only thing she hated more than people staring at her was people feeling sorry for her. And a combination of both was not helping her keep a strong face for the press. At least she had worn a cute Roberto Cavalli black short sleeve dress accompanied with black stilettos. It would hopefully keep them from staring at her face and more at her outfit. Her mother had passed away due to a heart attack a week ago and ever since then, the press has been surrounding her house trying to get a glimpse of how Isabella Lestrange's daughter was coping. Unfortunately for them, Desiray had been taught by her mother to hide her true emotions in front of others. This meant no crying.

She didn't realize the burial was over until she heard a familiar voice.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" asked her mother's personal assistant. Robert Garcia was the closest thing to a dad Desiray ever had. Even if he was gay, and there was no chance he and his mother could have married, she would still dream. Her mother never revealed to her who her birth father was. She always stated that she'd learn when she was older. Wasn't 17 old enough? But now it didn't matter, she would never know.

"I'm fine Mr. Garcia, thanks for asking," she replied.

"You know Dezzy," Desiray tried hard not to roll her eyes as she heard the nickname her mother had given her as a kid, "I'm always here for you. I know I no longer work for your mother, and that means hardly seeing you anymore, but if you ever need anything, I'll be here."

"Thanks, again Mr. Garcia. I think I should be getting back home now though. I'll keep your offer in mind," she said politely, starting to back away. She reached her limo and told the driver to take her home.

The limo pulled up to the driveway of her mansion. It was surrounded by well cut grass and there was a beautiful fountain her mother had picked out in front. When Desiray was younger, she and her mother would plant flowers around the bottom of the fountain to pass time buy. It was one of her favorite activities with her mom, other than spending all day shopping and coming home to two massage therapists, that is. She sighed knowing nothing would ever be the same. Her mother, ex-owner of Isabella Cosmetics, will never walk through these tall burgundy front doors again. Desiray sighed and stepped out of the limo, thanking her driver. She went inside and found her mother's lawyer sitting in the middle of the living room on an armchair closest to the fireplace. This was her mother's favorite chair. She felt a sharp pain in her heart but quickly recovered. Besides, this was no time for moping around. She had done plenty of that the first few days locked in her room alone.

"How may I help you Mister...?"

"Niles. Call me Niles. And actually, I have your mother's will right here ready to discuss with you," he stated.

Desiray sighed. "Alright, Niles. Please, do start talking."

After about 30 minutes, Desiray found out that her mother had left all of her billions to her. Not that Desiray was shocked, who else would she give her money to? She also found out she had left her company to Mr. Robert Garcia. 'Thank god!' was all she could think of when she heard this news. She didn't want to run her mother's make-up business, she wanted a different career. What did surprise Desiray was that her mom had left her a letter. To scared to read it, she just stared at the envelope. Once the man left, she finally got the courage to open it. It read:

Dear Dezzy,

I would hope that you're reading this as a young lady now, I know I wouldn't want my little girl to grow up without her mom by her side. You've always wondered who your father was, but I stubbornly wouldn't tell you. I was afraid if you'd find out, you'd go running off in hopes of finding him. But now that I'm no longer there to take care of you, I have to keep in mind that you need a parent. Your father's name is Bartholomew Bass. Owner of Bass Industries. He never knew about you because I never told him I was pregnant. He lives in New York and I've left a letter for him as well. I've arranged for you to go live with him until after you've finished school. Keep your head up high sweetheart, and I'm terribly sorry that you had to live through this. I'll be watching over you, take care.

Love,

Isabella Lestrange

Desiray stared at the letter in shock, not believing that she finally knew who her birth father was. She started to cry, waiting for what was to happen next.

Bart was sitting in his office wearing a grey Emporio Armani checkered suit when he read the letter. He remembered Isabella from the summer he went to California on vacation. The night that he had slept with her was the night after his fight with Chuck's mother. Even though he understood how he could have gotten her pregnant, seeing as they did not use protection, he just couldn't believe it. Another child? A daughter? About the same age as his son? He didn't know what he should be feeling at the moment. It was all just so overwhelming. The maid cleaning his office noticed his strange facial expression and asked in a thick Spanish accent...

"Meester Bass, everything okay?"

"What? Oh, yes of course. Tell Lily that I need to speak with her, it's important," he ordered. The maid only nodded her head in confusion and left the office. Minutes later, his wife walked in with her eyebrows drawn together in curiosity.

"Bart, what's wrong?" Lily asked.

"Uh, well Lily, I'm not sure how to say this. But apparently, I have a daughter. Her name is Desiray Alesana Lestrange," Bart replied, handing the bewildered Lily the letter.

Later that evening, both Bart and Lily had arranged a family 'meeting', so to speak. Everyone was gathered in the living room. This included, Bart, Lily, Serena, Erik, and Chuck. Lily was the first to speak.

"Well kids, it seems that Bart and I have some surprising news we need to share with you. Bart?"

"Yes, please hear me out before interrupting what I'm about to say and also, you must all agree not to repeat this to absolutely anyone, and I mean anyone," he waited to see everyone nod there heads before continuing, "I received a letter today from a woman of my past. The letter was to be given to me the day she died, and indeed it was. Her name was Isabella Lestrange. I met her during my summer vacation in California about 17 years ago. We had an affair, and soon after, I told her I was in love with... Chuck's mother. She just left after hearing me confess that and she hid something very important from me. Apparently, I got her pregnant and now that she's passed away, she's asked me to take in her... I mean our, daughter. Desiray Alesana Lestrange. So in about a week, a day before school starts, she will be moving in with us."

Serena, Erik, and even Chuck just sat there gaping at Bart.

One week later, Desiray found herself in a private jet that had finally landed in New York. She was extremely anxious to meet her new 'family'. She didn't even know who was supposed to be waiting for her. Obviously her father was also rich, that she could tell by his last name. But had he arranged for someone to pick her up? Or was she supposed to find her own way to his home? Where did he live, anyways? Was she supposed to address him as Bart, Mr. Bass, or maybe even dad? Was he married? She knew he had a son, how old was he? All of these questions were driving Desiray insane. She walked down the stairs of the jet wearing a black Gucci sleeveless jacket over a black and blue striped sleeveless scarf-sweater and a pair of black leather pants with black open toe ankle boots plus a black leather purse. She saw a man standing in front of a limo, obviously the driver. Motioning for him to help the men on the jet carry her suitcases, she smiled to him and took a few steps towards the limo.

Both Bart and Chuck were waiting for their new family member in the living room. Chuck said, "I still don't understand, father, why you didn't insist on the rest of the family to join us."

"She needs to get used to us first, Charles. Besides, she doesn't yet know that I am married, it will probably overwhelm her." replied Bart.

"Is she attractive, at least?" Chuck asked.

"The letter states she's beautiful and has my striking blue eyes with her mother's brown yet slightly red hair. But don't get any ideas Charles! She's blood related to you."

"My oh my, nice to see how high your expectations are of me," he stated coldly.

"Well with you Charles, I can never be too sure of your intentions."

"Touché."

They waited in silence for the next 10 minutes. Bart picked up a magazine from the table and started reading. Where was she? Chuck kept thinking. It was 7:45 pm and she was supposed to have arrived at 7:30. He stood up and walked to the kitchen, about to pour himself a scotch.

"Charles, no drinking." instructed his father.

"She's not even here yet, how else am I supposed to pass the time?" he asked. And as Bart was about to reply, they heard the elevator doors open. Bart stood up and Chuck went to stand beside him. When Desiray walked in, she abruptly stopped as the two men scanned her. She felt as if she was being judged and she didn't like it.

"Uh hi, I'm Desiray," she stated awkwardly.

The men stood there in silence. Bart couldn't believe his daughter was so beautiful, he had to make a note that he would definitely arrange for a blood test to make sure she was truly his daughter. After about 5 long seconds, he finally fell out of his trance.

"Desiray, I'm Bart Bass, your... Father," he replied to her just as awkwardly, "And this is my son, Charles."

"I prefer Chuck," he said coolly. She truly was beautiful, he'll probably have to threaten some guys just for staring at her.

"Bart. Chuck." she nodded.

"Let us have dinner then, shall we?"

And without further adieu, they were sitting around the dining table. Desiray could tell that by the strange glances Chuck shot at his father, they did not have dinner together often.

"How have you been since your mother's... Death?" asked Bart.

"I've been better."

"Were you two close?"

"Yes, we were. What school am I attending?" she asked trying to keep the topic away from her mother's death. She didn't blame Bart for being curious, but he should know it's just too soon.

"You'll be attending an all girl school. It's called Constance," Chuck informed her, "They associate with the all boy school I attend, St. Jude's. We spend our breaks and lunches together."

"An all girl school? Not to be rude, but seriously?" she looked up at Bart. Chuck smirked at her tone of disbelief.

"Of course, everyone from the Upper East Side attends Constance and St. Jude's."

"Oh, okay. I understand. Does anyone know about me being your daughter?"

"Yes, my uh... Wife and her two kids," he confessed.

"You're married?"

"I am. My wife's name is Lily, Lily Bass. And she has a daughter the same age as both you and Chuck, her name is Serena Van Der Woodsen," he continued, "Her son's name is Erik. He's about 2 years younger. I thought it'd be too much for you to handle if you met them without expecting."

"Yes, of course, I understand," she said rather quickly. She wasn't normally this uptight. She was actually really fun and outgoing, but something about Bart made her act as serious as possible around him. They ate in silence for a while until Chuck interrupted.

"Desiray, would you like me to give you a tour of New York?" he asked.

Before she could respond, Bart replied, "That's an excellent idea! Go have fun. When you come back, Lily and the kids will be waiting to meet you, Desiray."

Desiray only nodded and followed Chuck towards the elevator. Once they were safely inside she exclaimed, "Shit, is he always so uptight? He makes me feel so nervous!"

"Yes, well, that's Bart for you." he replied with a smirk.

"So, I've heard my brother's a womanizer around here!" she nudged him and laughed.

He couldn't believe she was the same person he had just had an uncomfortable dinner with. Now, on the other hand, Chuck felt oddly comfortable around her.

"And where could you have possibly heard that?" Chuck chuckled.

"I've got my hook-ups."

"You mean my driver told you?"

"No!.. Yes." she confessed, laughing while she stepped out of the elevator.

All Chuck could do was laugh and follow her into the limo.

He finally asked, "Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere. I just want to have some fun, I haven't had fun in a long time."

Spotted: Chuck Bass getting in his limo with an unidentified hottie? Is she C's new target? Watch out Queen B, looks like Chuck's doing well on his own.

XOXO, Gossip Girl