Chapter One: Truth or Through the Looking Glass

Yale Waldorf-Rose was always able to upstage her sister. Blair attended Columbia University in Manhattan after her humiliating rejection from the only college she ever thought she would attend. Yale went to Harvard, and she was accepted early admission. Blair married the CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation the summer before law school, in an elegant affair at Glen Cove Mansion in South Fork. Yale will have a spring wedding in Central Park, with reception to follow at the Pierre when she marries Ulysses Graham Roosevelt, yes, that Roosevelt. Somehow Blair has found herself wrangled into her little sister's fairytale fantasy wedding, and is sitting with Eleanor, Yale, Viviane Roosevelt, and the caterer at East Hampton Point where the couple's engagement party would take place on Sunday.

Not that Blair is a novice at planning high society functions, she has chaired more brunches luncheons and teas than she could even remember. However, that is the reason she's here, for an opinion, her organizational skills, her uncanny ability to get what she wants from vendors, otherwise she would be playing golf with Cyrus and Aaron. Or maybe it is one last dig from her baby sister at how she let two princes go in favor of new money, alcoholic, womanizing, deviant, Chuck Bass.

"Blair dear, how are the girls enjoying the summer so far? I know it's been so long since the family was here," Eleanor asked politely. She never knew what had happened five years ago that sent her daughter and the twins into exile in Monaco for the most recent summers.

She delicately sipped her mimosa and placed the champagne flute back on the table with a tight smile. "The girls are having a lovely time, although Grace has been interning at the real estate division and coming in with Chuck for the weekends," Blair held back a choke when she said her husbands name and hoped that none of the other women noticed her disgust.

"Grace is so determined, I wouldn't be surprised if she had her pick of the Ivies when she graduates, and not to mention the lacrosse players," Yale drawled with a smug smile. Yale thought Grace was the Waldorf twin, and that Audrey was too much of a Bass to ever amount to anything.

Viviane, oblivious to the family politics at play, softly touched Blair's hand that was on the table. "Both of your girls are positively delightful, I'm sure Charles and yourself must be beating the young men with sticks to keep them away."

Another tight smile graced her features as she turned towards her sister's future mother-in-law. 'If Chuck ever noticed anything other than his whores and his scotch, maybe you would be right' Blair thought to herself. "Yes, my girls are quite popular." The vibration against her leg coming from her purse was a welcome reprieve, and Blair stood and excused herself to take the call.

Once she felt sufficiently out of earshot, she answered the call from her husband's private line, fully expecting him to be postponing his trip to their Long Island home. "What is it now Chuck?" Blair spat vehemently into the phone.

"Well that certainly explains a lot," said the young female voice through the speaker. Blair pulled the phone from here ear in confusion to look at the screen again, and she had not misread the number.

She held back tears as she returned the phone to her face and took two more steps away from the table. "Who is this?"

"This is Rebecca Grey, the woman that your husband has been fucking for the past three months Blair. I was getting tired of waiting for him to tell you himself so I've taken matters into my own hands," the voice responded. Rebecca Grey from the Boston office, a girl two years behind her at Columbia that she had convinced Chuck to take a chance on without knowing her.

Blair quickly brushed away a tear that was looming on her bottom lashes. "If you think you're the first then you're sadly mistaken, you're only the first one stupid enough to think that you would matter." Blair bit back.

"That's where you're wrong Blair," the voice on the line responded. "I'm the first to last through the next morning."

She inhaled deeply knowing the woman was wrong again. Summer in the city did something to her husband, all the women in short skirts and high heels with their ponytails flowing as they pounded the concrete. It had happened five years ago and chased her family to summers in the South of France, Monaco, and Sicily. The difference is Chuck swore on their girls that it would never happen again. "And what's your endgame, Rebecca? Do you think that he will leave his family to be with you? Are you looking for a blank check to keep you from going to the tabloids? Do you already have the headline envisioned?"

"No Blair, I just thought that you should know," the line went dead and Blair felt an incomparable tightness in her chest. She had been so focused on the bitch on the other line that she didn't notice Eleanor standing at her side for the last part of the conversation.

"At least it was a woman darling, be comforted by that," her mother stated with a hint of pity in her voice before walking to the bathroom.

Blair walked back to the table, the blood pounding in her head and bile churning in her stomach. "I'm so sorry Yale, Viviane, that was Chuck's secretary, it appears my light-minded husband forgot some very important papers here last weekend and I need to get home immediately and fax them to his office." All the years of Chuck's deceit had somehow made her a better liar, while he got worse with the passing years.

Yale stood and embraced her sister with a triumphant smile gracing her lips in the knowledge that her marriage would never be like her sister's. "That's okay Blair; tell Grace and Audrey hello for me, I'm so sorry they couldn't make it today,"

"Of course," Blair responded as she dropped an air kiss against Viviane's cheek. "See you both on Sunday,"

She was going to kill that mother chucker.