It was perfect.
Serena van der Woodsen's seemingly perfect world in reality was only perfect in her dreams.
Her dream that she hoped would soon become reality.
It was exactly the way she had imagined it.
It would be a beach wedding of course.
Serena wouldn't wear a white dress either.
She liked to be different.
Chuck and Blair would be there.
Blair would be crying out of happiness.
And Serena knew that Chuck would try and fail to look indifferent.
After all, it was what they all wanted.
The non- judging breakfast club, back together again,
Wasn't it?
The four of them.
Just the four of them.
Blair and Chuck as witnesses.
No one else.
No Vanessa, no Georgina, no interfering Humphrey's
Once upon a time Dan had been in that dream.
But he hadn't for a longtime.
Now it was Nate.
In her heart it had always been Nate.
Mrs. Serena Archibald.
The words sent shivers down her spine.
But like all dreams, she had to wake up.
Serena was with Dan.
Nate with Vanessa.
Serena's dream couldn't work.
Sure, they had tried, and failed.
A tiny part of her hoped that Nate still loved her.
After all, that was the way it worked.
The four of them.
The non-judging breakfast club.
Chuck and Blair.
And Nate and Serena.
It was meant to be.
Destiny.
And Serena believed in destiny.
Serenate.
Serena and Nate.
Boy did she love the sound of that.
And someday, she prayed that Nate Archibald would love it too.
He would always be her Natie.
Always.