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p style="line-height: 1.7em;" Blair and Serena walked to Constance together the next day. Their arms were entwined and they were laughing and gossiping, just like the old times. The sky was bright blue but fall was surely upon New York. Most Constance girls donned Hanro fishnet tights underneath their little uniform skirts and donned cute designer beanies over their perfect tresses. The yellow, brown, and red leaves blew all over the area and the wind rusted Serena's golden locks. As usual, Serena looked like a model without trying and for once, Blair didn't hate her for it. As long as they were friends again, everything was okay. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Wait, they were caught in her dad's office?" Blair's upper lip curled in disgust. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena nodded and had sip of her latte. "And they just kept going at it." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair shook her head. "I always knew Sasha Ferguson was a whore but I didn't know it went that far." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Well, her personal trainer is sexy." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / It was just like the old days with Blair and Serena. They were simply conversing and having a good time. Even yesterday, when they were going over details for her parents' dinner party and the little party she was having for the guests her age, Serena had let Blair have the stage and made no suggestions, just nodded and agreed with what Kati and Isabel suggested. It was the best thing that a friend could do. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Kati and Isabel were waiting for them at the Met, eating egg and bacon breakfast sandwiches from a French bakery on the top steps. Blair wrinkled her nose at the greasy, high-calorie breakfasts. The only thing she had had so far today was half of a grapefruit and the coffee in her hand. She and Nate were officially going to do it on Saturday but she would be draped in La Perla's latest lingerie set rather than just skin. However, just thinking about sex with Nate made her so nervous that she couldn't eat anyway and she needed to fit into a Dolce Gabbana dress that she saw in Bendel's that only ran in size twos. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Good morning, girls," Blair said coolly but with a smile on her glossed lips. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Kati swallowed the huge bite she'd taken out of her sandwich and smiled. "Good morning."br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Hi." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Those looked so good but I'm a fan of the danishes myself," Serena said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair wanted to critique Serena on encouraging Kati and Isabel's fatty eating habits-she wasn't going to be friends with fat people, no matter how skinny they made her look-but she refrained herself from doing so. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Really?" Isabel asked. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena nodded. "I get them on Saturdays mostly, though." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Huh..." Isabel seemed to be pondering the thought. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "So, did you send out invitations yet?" Isabel asked. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair nodded. "Everyone's invited but we just have to get a few things with the food people done and we'll be fine." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Cool." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "It'll be better than the last one," Blair said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / It was a sly comment to Serena's return, when she'd ruined everything. First, she had ruined her move on Nate and the poor guy had been put back under her spell. Now that was over; Serena was dating Dan the Brooklynite and Nate was all her's. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena didn't seem to notice as she tapped away on her Palm. It was probably just Dan. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Emilia Charleston will be attending with her dad since her mother is still recovering from surgery," Blair said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Oh, it was too bad about that ski accident," Kati said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Yeah," Isabel added. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair felt like a gorgeous philanthropist by inviting people that were having a tough time. It was the charitable time of year. What made it better was Kati and Isabel were taking notice. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena was still focused on her phone, which got on Blair's last nerve. Had she no respect for her best friend's good deeds? Blair didn't care how supposedly nice moody Dan was; the moment was about her. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena turned away from them and smiled. "There you are." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / The heels of black leather Jimmy Choo ankle boots clicking against the steps sounded like gun shots in Blair's ears. Her chest tightened and her throat closed as if she was having an allergic reaction-was it possible to be allergic to another human being?br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair turned around and watched Serena embrace Oriana like they hadn't seen each other in months rather than hours. Oriana's mouth quirked a little as Serena pulled away and turned towards the other with an eager smile on her face. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Hi," Blair managed. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Hey." Oriana lifted her venti Starbucks cup to her lips and adjusted her Louis Vuitton tote on her shoulder. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair hated the way that Oriana's raven hair fell perfectly over her shoulders in thick, tight curls that even Vanessa Hudgens couldn't achieve. Blair could start a rumor about how it was a weave or extensions but Oriana's hair was obviously natural so there would be no point. She also hated how even though Oriana was wearing makeup, she looked airbrushed and in the good way. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Is that the new Louis?" Isabel asked, completely forgetting that she was supposed to hate Oriana. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "They're sold out everywhere! Not even Barney's has them!" Kati echoed. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "My mom is very close with him-she named him my godfather-so he gives me purses sometimes," Oriana said in a matter-of-fact manner. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair cocked her eyebrow. "Really?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "That's so cool!" Serena said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Thanks." Oriana grabbed Serena's thin arm and turned to her. "We need to talk." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena nodded. "Can you excuse us for a sec?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Yeah, we'll catch up later," Blair said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena smiled graciously as Oriana led her far enough for Blair, Kati, and Isabel to be out of ear shot. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "What's up?" Serena asked. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Well, since you were busy last night, I decided to have a drink in the Palace-" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "You're staying at the Palace?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "I thought I told you that. Anyway, this guy bought me drinks and he was kind of perverted." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Like, how perverted are we talking?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "He gave me an FBI-worthy profile of how I looked underage." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "That sounds kind of impressive." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana rolled her eyes and made a disgusted noise. "And the worst part was that gold pinky ring. I thought only mobsters and old Italian men wore those." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena's eyes bugged out at the mention of the pinky ring. "Chuck Bass hit on you last night?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Yes and I'm guessing he does that a lot." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena nodded and decided not to tell Oriana that Chuck didn't really have a type; just female and consenting. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "So, you're not interested in him." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana shook her head. "Polished and clean shaven is not my type. There has to be something obscure about the guys I decide to go out with, it makes them real." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "You sound like a poet." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana smirked. "Funny."br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena giggled and put her hand on Oriana's shoulder. "How about we hang out tonight to make up for what happened yesterday?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana shrugged. "Depends on how much homework I get today. My mom threatened to have a camera installed in my room so that she can make sure I do it." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "That sucks." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "But you can come over or do I come to you?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "You can come over to my place and meet Eric. Oh! You have to meet Dan, too." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "The boyfriend?" Oriana nodded and took a sip of her coffee. "Sure, why not?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena couldn't be happier. Oriana was beginning to fit in perfectly; she was certainly the missing piece in the puzzle that was the Upper East Side. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair happened to think the exact opposite as she glared at the pair. On Gossip Girl, she'd read that Oriana had ditched Chuck at the bar in the Palace hotel. Oriana didn't even have a real house yet but when she did, it was probably going to be a castle or something like that. Blair's problem was that she could kind of see Oriana and Chuck together if Oriana would give him the time of day. Blair didn't blame her for ditching him, though, even though she probably had bewitched him like everyone else. Oriana was turning out to be even worse than Serena and watching them laugh and talk made Blair nauseous. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Kati and Isabel stood and watched Blair. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "We should get to hymnals, girls." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Kati and Isabel followed Blair silently, not knowing how much her insides were boiling./p
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p style="line-height: 1.7em;" Blair and Serena walked to Constance together the next day. Their arms were entwined and they were laughing and gossiping, just like the old times. The sky was bright blue but fall was surely upon New York. Most Constance girls donned Hanro fishnet tights underneath their little uniform skirts and donned cute designer beanies over their perfect tresses. The yellow, brown, and red leaves blew all over the area and the wind rusted Serena's golden locks. As usual, Serena looked like a model without trying and for once, Blair didn't hate her for it. As long as they were friends again, everything was okay. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Wait, they were caught in her dad's office?" Blair's upper lip curled in disgust. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena nodded and had sip of her latte. "And they just kept going at it." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair shook her head. "I always knew Sasha Ferguson was a whore but I didn't know it went that far." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Well, her personal trainer is sexy." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / It was just like the old days with Blair and Serena. They were simply conversing and having a good time. Even yesterday, when they were going over details for her parents' dinner party and the little party she was having for the guests her age, Serena had let Blair have the stage and made no suggestions, just nodded and agreed with what Kati and Isabel suggested. It was the best thing that a friend could do. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Kati and Isabel were waiting for them at the Met, eating egg and bacon breakfast sandwiches from a French bakery on the top steps. Blair wrinkled her nose at the greasy, high-calorie breakfasts. The only thing she had had so far today was half of a grapefruit and the coffee in her hand. She and Nate were officially going to do it on Saturday but she would be draped in La Perla's latest lingerie set rather than just skin. However, just thinking about sex with Nate made her so nervous that she couldn't eat anyway and she needed to fit into a Dolce Gabbana dress that she saw in Bendel's that only ran in size twos. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Good morning, girls," Blair said coolly but with a smile on her glossed lips. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Kati swallowed the huge bite she'd taken out of her sandwich and smiled. "Good morning."br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Hi." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Those looked so good but I'm a fan of the danishes myself," Serena said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair wanted to critique Serena on encouraging Kati and Isabel's fatty eating habits-she wasn't going to be friends with fat people, no matter how skinny they made her look-but she refrained herself from doing so. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Really?" Isabel asked. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena nodded. "I get them on Saturdays mostly, though." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Huh..." Isabel seemed to be pondering the thought. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "So, did you send out invitations yet?" Isabel asked. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair nodded. "Everyone's invited but we just have to get a few things with the food people done and we'll be fine." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Cool." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "It'll be better than the last one," Blair said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / It was a sly comment to Serena's return, when she'd ruined everything. First, she had ruined her move on Nate and the poor guy had been put back under her spell. Now that was over; Serena was dating Dan the Brooklynite and Nate was all her's. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena didn't seem to notice as she tapped away on her Palm. It was probably just Dan. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Emilia Charleston will be attending with her dad since her mother is still recovering from surgery," Blair said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Oh, it was too bad about that ski accident," Kati said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Yeah," Isabel added. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair felt like a gorgeous philanthropist by inviting people that were having a tough time. It was the charitable time of year. What made it better was Kati and Isabel were taking notice. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena was still focused on her phone, which got on Blair's last nerve. Had she no respect for her best friend's good deeds? Blair didn't care how supposedly nice moody Dan was; the moment was about her. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena turned away from them and smiled. "There you are." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / The heels of black leather Jimmy Choo ankle boots clicking against the steps sounded like gun shots in Blair's ears. Her chest tightened and her throat closed as if she was having an allergic reaction-was it possible to be allergic to another human being?br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair turned around and watched Serena embrace Oriana like they hadn't seen each other in months rather than hours. Oriana's mouth quirked a little as Serena pulled away and turned towards the other with an eager smile on her face. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Hi," Blair managed. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Hey." Oriana lifted her venti Starbucks cup to her lips and adjusted her Louis Vuitton tote on her shoulder. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair hated the way that Oriana's raven hair fell perfectly over her shoulders in thick, tight curls that even Vanessa Hudgens couldn't achieve. Blair could start a rumor about how it was a weave or extensions but Oriana's hair was obviously natural so there would be no point. She also hated how even though Oriana was wearing makeup, she looked airbrushed and in the good way. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Is that the new Louis?" Isabel asked, completely forgetting that she was supposed to hate Oriana. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "They're sold out everywhere! Not even Barney's has them!" Kati echoed. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "My mom is very close with him-she named him my godfather-so he gives me purses sometimes," Oriana said in a matter-of-fact manner. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair cocked her eyebrow. "Really?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "That's so cool!" Serena said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Thanks." Oriana grabbed Serena's thin arm and turned to her. "We need to talk." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena nodded. "Can you excuse us for a sec?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Yeah, we'll catch up later," Blair said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena smiled graciously as Oriana led her far enough for Blair, Kati, and Isabel to be out of ear shot. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "What's up?" Serena asked. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Well, since you were busy last night, I decided to have a drink in the Palace-" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "You're staying at the Palace?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "I thought I told you that. Anyway, this guy bought me drinks and he was kind of perverted." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Like, how perverted are we talking?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "He gave me an FBI-worthy profile of how I looked underage." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "That sounds kind of impressive." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana rolled her eyes and made a disgusted noise. "And the worst part was that gold pinky ring. I thought only mobsters and old Italian men wore those." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena's eyes bugged out at the mention of the pinky ring. "Chuck Bass hit on you last night?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Yes and I'm guessing he does that a lot." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena nodded and decided not to tell Oriana that Chuck didn't really have a type; just female and consenting. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "So, you're not interested in him." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana shook her head. "Polished and clean shaven is not my type. There has to be something obscure about the guys I decide to go out with, it makes them real." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "You sound like a poet." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana smirked. "Funny."br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena giggled and put her hand on Oriana's shoulder. "How about we hang out tonight to make up for what happened yesterday?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana shrugged. "Depends on how much homework I get today. My mom threatened to have a camera installed in my room so that she can make sure I do it." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "That sucks." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "But you can come over or do I come to you?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "You can come over to my place and meet Eric. Oh! You have to meet Dan, too." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "The boyfriend?" Oriana nodded and took a sip of her coffee. "Sure, why not?" br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena couldn't be happier. Oriana was beginning to fit in perfectly; she was certainly the missing piece in the puzzle that was the Upper East Side. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Blair happened to think the exact opposite as she glared at the pair. On Gossip Girl, she'd read that Oriana had ditched Chuck at the bar in the Palace hotel. Oriana didn't even have a real house yet but when she did, it was probably going to be a castle or something like that. Blair's problem was that she could kind of see Oriana and Chuck together if Oriana would give him the time of day. Blair didn't blame her for ditching him, though, even though she probably had bewitched him like everyone else. Oriana was turning out to be even worse than Serena and watching them laugh and talk made Blair nauseous. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Kati and Isabel stood and watched Blair. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "We should get to hymnals, girls." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Kati and Isabel followed Blair silently, not knowing how much her insides were boiling./p
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