Chapter 6

"So who IS this carbon copy of the great Blair Waldorf being spotted by Gossip Girl all over Manhattan," Serena asked as she sipped her latte on Blair's bed. They were about to carry out their Sunday ritual of watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' and nibbling at croissants on Blair's unnecessarily huge bed.

"Ugh, Tiffany. She's a nobody," Blair waved away the confused look Serena was giving her as though Tiffany was a fly that could be swatted away with one dainty flick of her French manicured hand. We beg to differ, Queen B.

Serena shrugged, if Blair wasn't worried, she shouldn't be either. But she did find it odd that Blair wasn't the slightest bit threatened by this newcomer.

Throughout the movie, all Blair could think about was what would happen in school the next day. Tiffany would start Constance tomorrow, and Blair was determined to show her how things worked in New York. The way Tiffany had smirked at her and the fact that she wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by Blair's bitchy ways had indeed, spooked Blair. And Blair Cornelia Waldorf was not easily spooked.

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"Is that the same skirt Anne Hathaway wore in 'The Devil Wears Prada'?" Blair asked innocently as Tiffany made her way to the breakfast table.

Tiffany smiled, pleased that Blair had noticed her. "It is."

"So its like, prehistoric, huh?" Blair smiled, popping a grape into her mouth.

If Tiffany was offended, she did not show it – much to Blair's dismay. Tiffany looked effortlessly put together. Though both of the Waldorfs looked elegant, Tiffany exuded an aura of "oh I just threw this on, and I still look fabulous." Of course, it helped that she had the figure of a model.

"Miss Blair, Mister Chuck come to get you in limo!" Dorota panted, having run up the stairs to the apartment.

"Come, dear, lets go. Chuck will take us both to school," Blair linked her arm through her cousin's and they made their way down – Blair was anxious to rub her devastatingly handsome boyfriend in Tiffany's unblemished face.

She noticed how Tiffany's eyes lit up when they fell on Chuck, who was standing outside the limo, opening the door for the two girls. She also noticed how his smouldering eyes travelled down her body and silently appraised her figure. Blair kissed him lightly on the lips after Tiffany had gotten into the vehicle, and whispered, "look at her that way again and risk being emasculated, Bass."

He chuckled. Life was about to get much more interesting in Manhattan. One Waldorf was more than enough but everyone knows, 2 is better than 1.

Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here,

Remember that B look-a-like, I've been seeing throughout Manhattan? Turns out she's a cousin of our dear Queen B! And get this; both beautiful Waldorfs were spotted this morning getting into a limo with, you guessed it – C! Wonder what naughty things they did in there before getting to school ;) After all, he IS Chuck Bass. I put nothing past him. On another note, S & D were spotted having coffee and getting extremely excited at...A BOOKSTORE?! Really, S, you've lost your touch...Where's the party girl worth photographing!!!

Anyway, onto the party everyone's talking about – The Great Masque. Held every year on Halloween, us Upper East Siders take this opportunity to dress up in avant garde costumes and don masks of a more literal kind. I hear B is in charge of organizing it this year, and well...I can guarantee some drama with newcomer, T. So darlings, be there or be a nobody! Until then, you have 4 days to search for mindblowing costumes and absurdly expensive masks to cover your pretty faces with. Unless of course you'd rather go trick or treating.

You know you love me,

xoxo

Gossip Girl