Doubt. Blair Waldorf was filled with doubt. And she didn't like it one bit. She couldn't shake the feeling that her plan to destroy Vanessa wasn't turning out the way she hoped, it was somehow backfiring on her. Chuck was giving Blair the cold shoulder, like he didn't want to be around her anymore and it made her wonder exactly what happened since they had spoken earlier. He blatantly informed her that he was actually going to buy that ratty old bar. "It's a good investment," he said.

"You're kidding," Blair laughed, but her face dropped as she quickly realized that he was quite serious. "Fine. But you're still gonna crush her, right? We made a deal, remember?"

She noticed that his attention was drawn to something over her shoulder and before she could even finish her question, he muttered an answered and brushed passed her. Chuck hadn't even acknowledged the dress Blair purposely wore. The dress that he bought. He barely acknowledged her. It was like a slap in the face being brushed off like that. But what made matters worse; he was brushing her off for Vanessa. Chuck had invited her to the party (obviously) and he seemed . . . relieved to see her. He wasn't smiling exactly, but his features weren't hard like they usually were. Not like a moment ago when he was talking to Blair.

And then came 'the kicker'. Blair found herself --against her better judgment-- searching for Chuck after she noticed he had disappeared for some time; she stumbled upon him in his bedroom and to her utter surprise, Vanessa was with him. Blair couldn't be sure what was said before she got there but Chuck was holding Vanessa's hand and they were looking into each other's eyes. Looking into each other's eyes! Blair forced herself to move away from the door; she couldn't bare it if she saw him kiss her. So, she went back to join the party and kept a respectable distance, but her attention was solely focused on the end of the hallway, where (hopefully soon) Chuck & Vanessa would be emerging.

But fifteen minutes and three flutes of champagne later, there was still no sign of them and Blair started to mull over the idea of ending the whole thing. But wasn't this what she asked for? Exactly what she asked of Chuck? "Seduce and destroy," she told him. But she had no idea that it would sting so much to watch the two of them together. No matter how much she tried to deny it, Chuck seemed far more interested in Vanessa than Blair originally bargained for. And then it hit her. This whole thing got started because of Vanessa. Vanessa and her phone. The phone in her ugly little purse that . . . at the moment, was probably being left unattended . . . . Blair almost smacked herself in the head for not thinking of it sooner. All she had to do was get her hands on Vanessa's phone and delete the stupid picture herself. And if Chuck decided to stick with the plan, it would make it that much sweeter. A double burn. A triumphant smirk spread across Blair's face as she made her way to the coat-check. Sure enough, it was being left unattended. She had to work quickly; the closet was huge and she might not have that much time. She found her own purse, quickly fished out her phone and scrolled down to Vanessa's name. Her thumb hesitated over the call button but she eventually pushed it, and then slowly walked through the row, listening intently for any ringtones or possibly, vibrations.