Author's Note: I think I have the story outline all thought up. It's all in my head. I hope. I'm wishing that I don't ruin this. I've got most of the pairings figured out and all this other stuff. Haha so if you feel like the story's going one way and you don't like it that way, don't worry, I'm pretty sure I'm going to shift gears in the middle. Oh, and what if the next book comes out first? Do I stop writing?

And I suck at chapter titles. I know.

Disclaimer: The characters, everything, belong to Cecily von Ziegesar except my own ideas. By the way, I will probably end up making up designer labels and places and people haha. So don't think I'm completely weird. :D

b decides to pack a skeleton in her closet

Blair Cornelia Beaton-Rhodes. Mrs. Blair Marcus Beaton-Rhodes. Lordess—Is that what the female version of Lord was called? Lordess Blair Cornelia Waldorf Beaton-Rhodes. Blair Waldorf couldn't help but recite her future name over and over again in her head while stuffing her best clothes into a suitcase. Childish, yes, but wouldn't you if you were off to meet your dream man? Man. She liked the way that sounded instead of "boy." Teenage boys are so high school. She liked the way they met, too. It was almost like destiny that first day they were in the elevator together at the Yale Club, and coincidentally their rooms were placed next to each other also. It was practically like love at first sight. Practically.

She already had her elegantly sophisticated wedding rolling in her mind in a classic black and white film. She'd gracefully walk down a velvety plush carpet that adorned a long aisle and reached all the way from the doorway to the altar. Beautiful music emitting from an old grand piano would play in the background as the whole room would be awed by her gorgeous pearl white dress with sparkling diamond ornaments – and not a way-too-flashy-looks-kinda-cheesy look either and the tail would trail off behind her, glistening in the bright light from the crystal chandeliers dangling from the ceiling. (She still couldn't decide if she'd go with strapless dress or not). It would be stunning, almost straight out of Cinderella, only just about a billion times better.

The church would be just as amazing and everything would be white, from the hundreds of roses perfectly scattered around the room right down to the grand piano and the pews. There'd be some marvelous painting on the ceiling, you know, like something by Michelangelo, and it would just have to take place in the best chapel in all of Britain. And after she had charmingly walked down the aisle completely outdoing that famous walk across water, her insanely handsome husband-to-be would patiently be waiting for his perfect lady. Smiling, he'd lovingly take her hand and— Ring, ring!

Good timing. That vision was getting a little too long.

"Damn it," the brunette muttered under her breath as reality fell back into place. Reaching for her cell phone that she now hated for interrupting her perfect daydream, she tossed a folded Oscar de la Renta blouse into her bag. "Hello?" she scowled into the receiver without first looking at the caller ID.

"Hey." Swallowing, her stomach lurched and her heart did a full on cartwheel at the sound of that familiar voice. Not that she cared. No, of course not.

"Nate?" Her voice came out cracked and broken, just enough to almost surprise her. She wanted to be indifferent, even condescending, but her body was just not reacting the way she planned it to. They hadn't really spoken since the graduation party at the Yale Club and it had been more than a week.

"Hey Blair." Nate Archibald repeated himself again, his voice giving off the impression that he had just woken up. Or maybe it was because he was having the excessive tears problem again. In fact, he probably had a big box of tissues sitting beside him. But Blair kind of liked the idea that she was the first person on his mind in the morning. Then she remembered how Lord Marcus always seemed to think of her, regardless what time of day it was. After that, she came about thinking of how he had two-timed her with a certain beautiful blonde and continued on to that huge-chested midget ninth grader. Hmm.. just enough to spark some anger, even though she was absolutely sure she was over him.

"I'm kind of busy to talk." Her I-have-better-things-to-do-than-talk-to-you tone came out forcibly and with a slight hesitation, she clicked the "end" button. Easy as that.

Taking in a deep breath, her hand reached into a random spot in her glamorous walk-in closet and ended up pulling out a green cashmere V-neck sweater. Funny how life had to throw things at you all at once. It was all wrinkled up and that was reasonable, since Blair had tossed it in there after she came home from the grad party she had that night. It was the sweater that she had given to Nate (which, by the way, complimented his green eyes very well), who had awkwardly given it back at the celebration, his eyes puffed up from crying. Who knew such a hot, lacrosse player could be so emo?

Her fingers groped around the left sleeve feeling for the little gold heart she had sewn in there. "Oh, right," she mumbled, quickly realizing it had strangely disappeared. Her stomach lurched again and her heart did its second perfect cartwheel, just like before. She paused for a moment as if making an important decision, and tossed the sweater into her suitcase. It was like taking a skeleton in a closet.. a past memory that she didn't quite want to remember, almost like it was some horrible sin she committed. Yet somehow, in the deep closet of her own mind, she didn't want to forget. Not ever.

To: SvW AT vanderWoodsen . com, VanessAbrams AT vabrams . com
From: Mogs AT kenmogul . net
Subject: Breakfast at Fred's

Tomorrow we will meet to discuss Breakfast at Fred's. I think I have been struck with luck and have found our leading man. I spotted him strolling down Fifth Avenue. Ah, he looks perfect for the role. I'll have to get one of my assistants to find him and I will personally invite him to try out.

Until then,
Ken Mogul

Author's Note: Sorry if that was extremely short. I hope you enjoyed it. I know it was kind of bad and completely uninteresting. Haha. Tell me what you think, please? Comments, questions, ideas, flames, go right on ahead. Thanks!