"Sometimes fairytales end when they do for a reason," – Blair Waldorf
I flipped through the bridal magazine and sighed happily. We agreed last night that tonight was the night Nate would ask my parents for my hand in marriage. My stomach fluttered with excitement. I could hardly wait for Nate to arrive for dinner. All my dreams were coming true.
I was to caught up in my daydreams about my future wedding to notice someone sneak up behind me
"Good evening, Princess,"
"Nate!" I jumped off the sofa and flew into his arms.
He returned the embrace, but when I looked up from his chest to give him a kiss, I noticed something was wrong in his eyes.
"Everything alright?"
"Blair…I have to tell you something," he began.
I cut him off.
"Tell me after dinner. I can't wait to tell everyone the news! Come, the table is being set," I beamed at him and tugged on his sleeve so he would follow me out of the parlor and into the grand dining room.
"Nathaniel, how nice of you to join us for dinner," My mother got up and gave swift hug and a kiss on both cheeks.
Dad stood up to shake his hand. Nate smiled at them, but it didn't reach his eyes. He's just nervous, I told myself and cast all negative thoughts from my mind. Nate and I sat and dinner was served.
The dining room table is huge, made for large gatherings and holiday dinners. But since it's usually only me, Mother and Father, there's usually only three places set. The staff knew Nate was coming, so there was an extra place next to me, but I noticed the two other places set next to Father and frowned. Were we expecting more guests?
I looked to Nate. Maybe he had invited Anne and the Captain to tell them to? Well I guess we might as well tell all the parents at once. But why wouldn't he have told me? And why wouldn't he look at me?
I quickly ran my tongue across my teeth to see if there was something stuck in them that was repulsing Nate. Nope, I was good. But just in case, I grabbed my pink makeup mirror from my black Prada bag at my feet to check my reflection. My brown locks were in place, my eye makeup still smudge free, my lips still red and glossy, my black mini-dress still in place to show off just the right amount of curves and cleavage, but not too much for my parents. I looked good. Why was he acted so weird?
I was about to ask him if everything was ok, when Father spoke up.
"So how's school, Nathaniel? You're in your second year at Dartmouth, right?"
"Yeah, I am. It's…great," he wouldn't meet my eyes.
"Serena just started her first year, didn't she Blair?" My mother asked from my left.
I nodded. A picture of me and my blond best friend in beautiful dresses posing for the wedding album came into my head. I smiled.
"You helping her settle in?" Father asked Nate.
Nate gripped his fork and nodded jerkily.
"That's great," Mother smiled warmly at him.
When my mother and father turned to each other to talk about their plans tomorrow, I turned to Nate.
"Are you ok?" I whispered, putting my hand on his arm.
He was playing with a loose thread from his green sweater he was wearing. He stopped when I touched him and looked up to meet my eyes.
"I have to tell you something…," he started, but was cut off when two figures entered the dinning room.
"Welcome! Take a seat," Father smiled at the new guests.
My stomach dropped. What the hell was Chuck Bass doing here? And with a little black box in his hand? Chuck isn't exactly the type to give presents. I squinted my eyes to see the silver letter's on the front. S&F Wedding Jewelers.
Wedding?!
