I do not own anything in this story, except for Cordelia/Holly/Anne. Any other name brands/Gossip Girl characters are NOT mine.
I promise this will be much longer as time goes on. Just thought the intro would be quick.
Good morning my Upper East Sidders, or should I say, good morning y'all? Has any one noticed the new girl? Oh yes, please let me introduce you to Miss Cordelia Tallulah Grace Calhoun. Quite a mouthful, huh? Hey S, C, did you notice that you have a new resident? Oh yes, Miss Calhoun has taken up residence in The New York Palace Hotel. Hey neighbors. I wonder if we'll be seeing the Southern princess at Constance this morning.
Xoxo,
Gossip Girl
Cordelia, or Delia as she preferred, looked up in confusion as she heard her phone clink, signifying a new text message. She shrugged and scooped up the phone while her hairdresser Holly, got to work. Her eyes scanned the number she didn't know before opening the text message. It was about… Her. "Gossip girl?" she mumbled, raising an eyebrow in confusion before shutting the phone. Who was this chick? How did she know so much about Delia? Shrugging her shoulders she looked at Holly's handiwork. "Yes, bangs over today, and maybe a little wave please." She murmured, indicating her dark, chocolate brown locks. They ran long, curling at the bottom around her elbows.
"Miss Calhoun, I have your uniform ready." Her maid Anna said softly, approaching the dressing table Delia sat at. Delia nodded and waved the woman off with a "Thank you" while watching her hang the uniform from her bedpost. "Navy? Ugh, ok." Delia mumbled, looking up as Holly ran her hands through her hair, adding some product. "There you are Miss Calhoun." Holly offered with a smile before packing up her things. "Thanks so much Holly, you're a doll!" Delia called, her voice syrup sweet with the thick Southern accent as she approached the uniform. Sighing to herself she slipped on the navy skirt and white blouse. A blue and lime green stripped, silk ribbon belt was tied around her waist, accentuating her narrow figure before Delia slid on her red pumps. Her storm grey eyes fell to the tie, which she discarded for a platinum key that was emblazoned with diamonds, from Tiffany's. An emerald ring went on her right hand, while a set of silver bangles dotted with emeralds went around her right wrist.
Delia went into her bathroom where a quick swipe of blush, eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss were added before she scooped up the ginormous, bright red Marc Jacobs and placed it on her shoulder. Satisfied she exited the bathroom and quickly headed down the hall, towards the elevator in order to catch her ride downstairs.
The ride to school was quick and before she knew it the driver was opening the door and she was climbing out, looking up at Constance Billard. The lovely brick buildings seemed to be a haven from the dark skies, the dark clouds that were heavy with rain. Her grey eyes skimmed over it once more before she squared her shoulders and walked right towards the main building in order to get her schedule. It didn't take long for her phone to go off, receiving another text message. She pulled it out, pausing in the student filled courtyard as most of them consulted their phones also.
Hey y'all, GG here again. Looks like Miss Calhoun is lost. S, B, N, C? Why doesn't some love, step up, and help a girl out?
Xoxo,
Gossip Girl