She didn't know how to cope with this; hastily she withdrew back into an empty, hidden room. It had been a typical soirée, until she had seen him, felt his gaze ravishing her body, like so many years ago. It ignited something in her heart, something she had tried to bury deep with time, but now was suddenly back. She almost had lost her countenance, when she saw him. He still looked as boyish as ever, and hadn't changed at all, she pinpointed with one glance, seeing the typical girl on his arm. For a moment she felt envious wanting to be in his arms. She shuddered, trying to toss away that thought. They weren't meant to be back then and now more than ever. She reprimanded herself for being thoughtless. She had too many obligations, and couldn't and wouldn't let herself be drawn back to her foolish youth. She inwardly listed why it was not a good idea to let Chuck Bass affect her: 1. New York's society, 2. her well-established career, 3. she was engaged to Lord Wilfred Conelly.
some months previous
This season it was particularly popular to associate in the circles of titled socialites. It all began with the wedding of Julie Barney with Sir Oscar Warner, the former being officially Blair Waldorf's best friend.
"Blair, my dear, how lovely to see you here", a high-pitched voice cut through the air of Torey's, the elite brunch restaurant, where one went to be seen.
It was, everybody saw with one glance, Julie Barney, and her friend Blaire Waldorf. People wondered how the two queen-bees were able to associate together, since they both loved to be in the center of the media. They first met in Yale, and after countless bitchfights they realized that it was wiser to unite their power in order to rule Manhattan's elite. Julie was dressed in a piece of Valentino, entirely too dressed up for brunch, but who cared! And Blair was dressed in a light sandy-coloured Moschino top with dark jeans by Stella McCartney.
They air kissed each other, then with a sigh sat into the cushy chairs of Torey's. After they both ordered the special salad, Julie said pointedly: "I'm as happy as married life could be with my Oscar."
Blair sighed, tried to ignore Julie's blatant stare, but then choose to be blunt as well:
"So, as happy as one can be with a stuck-up Briton?"
Several gasps were followed, the surrounding tables now trying to hide the fact they had been eavesdropping. Blair smirked, her friend knew her well enough to not take this statement personally.
"Yes, my dear. You ought to try it as well. In fact, my Oscar knows other nice bluebloods. Don't try to deny it, you would love to be Lady Blair, or even Countess Blair", a merry laugh was followed by her astute observation.
"Maybe" Blair answered, in a light voice, hiding her thoughts.
She opened her eyes again, her pulse slowed down, she breathed, in and out, in and out.
Chuck Bass wouldn't be able to destroy her plans. No, she was way prudent than in her teenage years, and she wouldn't act on a foolish impulse. Never again.