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BLAIR

"Blair, you ready to go?" Serena said from the door.

I snuck a glance at her and smiled. "Yup, just give me a sec." I told her. I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the last time to check if I was picture perfect and my dress was not in any way wrinkled. I was wearing a Louis Vuitton blue bubble dress, pairing it up with my red Christian Loubouttin platform pumps. Seeing that I was in all ways perfect, I grabbed my purse, ready to go.

Serena and I were invited to an art exhibit. Normally, I would decline to go. I do love paintings and artistic things, but as years went by, I found less and less time to visit art museums. And so, my passion for arts started to slowly fade away, but I'm pretty sure there's still some passion left in me. The last time my artistic side was awoken was during summer in Paris, at the Mursee D'orsay. I would have declined, but this art exhibit is an exception. It would be considered an honor just to be invited, because this would be a world-renowned exhibit. Many famous and known people around the world would come, and only the elite would be fortunate to be invited. Since I am a social butterfly, this is an opportunity not to be taken granted. And besides, I do love art, so that's another valid reason to go.

"You look gorgeous," I told Serena, and it is true.

Serena looks gorgeous with her red J. Mendel backless dress. Her long, golden hair was let loose, and as usual, she looks perfect without even trying.

"Let's go," She told me, linking our arms together as we descended down the stairs.

We went inside the limo together, and 30 minutes later, we finally arrived at the art museum.

"Your names, please?" a big, bulky man in a suite asked us in the entrance.

"Blair Waldorf and Serena Van der Woodsen," I said sweetly, emphasizing our last names. The man looked at his clipboard, and after locating our names, let us in.

There were already many people in the room, and I can see that they're dressed to impress. Most people were old, and obviously rich and famous. I could only see a few that were our age that were invited, and most of them I know are not from the Upper East Side. I smirked at the knowledge that Serena and I were like UES royalties. 'Probably are.'

"What do you say we hit the bar?" Serena said, looking at the bar at the far end corner of the room.

"No thanks." I answered Serena "I'm actually interested in the paintings, and I want to find out why this exhibit is so... important"

"Okay" she shrugged "I'll be there when you need me" she said, as she walked away. She maneuvered through the crowd to get to the bar, and I can see heads turn as Serena passed them by.

I roamed around the museum aimlessly, interested at the painting and sculptures. After half an hour of roaming around, I finally found out that this exhibit is world renowned because it showcased the most famous Monaco painting. It was a painting by Michel La Rousse, and it displays Monaco life at its finest. To say the painting was beautiful was an understatement; it was simply stunning, magnificent. Not to mention that the painting was also ancient. It was created just during after The Monegasque Revolution.

I stood in front of the painting at awe; admiring its beauty.

"Lady Blair?" a familiar voice asked.

I turned around and my jaw almost dropped at who I saw.

"Louis' driver?" I asked incredulously, recognizing the face immediately.

"It is Jean-Michel, madam. But you can always call me J-M "He answered back.

Jean-Michel was Louis' chauffeur. Louis was the Monaco prince I met while at Paris during summer.

"My apologies," I stated. I can't help but blush lightly realizing how rude I sounded. "Where is Louis?" I asked, looking for the prince. I unconsciously glanced at the back of J-M, but didn't catch a glimpse of the prince.

"I'm sorry Lady Blair, but the Prince sent me as his proxy, he had more important things to attend to," J-M answered me. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed. After all, it wouldn't be too bad showing the Upper East Side that I caught the attention of a prince.

"Mhmm." I murmured. Once I got over my shock of seeing J-M here, I continued gazing at the painting. J-M and I occasionally converse, such as small talks and stuff. After all, we wouldn't have anything to talk about without Louis anyways. I asked about the culture of Monaco, and I can't help but get interested with it. Monaco was mostly a catholic and Jewish country. They also love the sports football and rugby. J-M asked me about my life here in New York, and I tried to answer as vaguely as possible. We roam around the museum, and he graciously escorted me.

2 hours later and I glanced at the clock. "Oh my, it's getting late. I have to get home" I told J-M. I faced him and gave him a friendly hug. "It was definitely nice seeing you again." I told him sincerely "please send Louis my regards." I said, before turning my back to him and finding my way back to Serena.

I was in a good mood tonight 'considering the circumstances', seeing Jean-Michel again and all, but I personally enjoyed the paintings. But I didn't know a single message could ruin my mood.

Hey people!

Gossip girl here. It seems that C is up to his old tricks again. C was seen taking Eva to the Empire State Building. Sounds familiar? Hmm… can't you be a little less original C? We've already seen that all before, and looked how it turned out. Well, well, well. I wonder what will our very own B say? Speaking of our very own Queen, we haven't heard from her since the scandal of her being bulimic went out. We wonder what she has in store for us. You know B, always full of surprises. Remember to always have your phones with you, Upper East Siders. I feel that all hell will break lose once B steps up to her game.

You know you love me,

XOXO,

Gossip Girl

With message from Gossip Girl was a picture attached of Chuck and Eva in the Empire State Building, holding hands.

Tears started to immediately fill my eyes, for various reasons. I was depressed that Chuck would stoop that low and take Eva there. It was our place. Like the limo was our sacred car, the Empire State Building was our holy shrine. He was supposed to propose to me up there! I was mad at him. I was sure as hell mad. When he brought Eva up there is just a clear indication that I... was being replaced. In his heart. And my heart broke a thousand more pieces by this knowledge.

I made my way thru the crowd, eager to find Serena and find comfort in her arms. I did see Serena at the bar. But she was laughing, and it took me a few seconds to see that she was laughing with a guy. The corners of my mouth unconsciously tugged upward at this. It was the first time I saw Serena genuinely happy with the company of others, not just myself. Maybe this is her first step in moving on from all the Vanessa/Dan/Serena/Nate/Juliet fiasco. I know. Complicated, huh? It made me sad that I might ruin Serena's happiness and good mood by running out to her crying because of Chuck. Again.

So the nicer, more selfless part of me decided to just let her be and head home alone. 'I can't bother Serena again with my Chuck problems, it's getting all too much.'

Before I exited the museum though, I texted Serena first.

Hey youuu. Head home myself. Was about to ask you to come too but you were busy talking w/ someone else and looks like u were having fun. ;) Go get them, girly. Don't worry about me. XO, -B

I exited the museum in a verge of tears, but I wouldn't publicly humiliate myself. I was halfway the between the museum and the end of the property when a black limo parked.

I was half expecting it to be Chuck, but of course it was only a dream. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw who went out the car.

"L... Louis?" I asked unsurely, walking slowly towards the man.

He smiled. And I knew it was the prince. He hasn't changed since the last time I saw him. He still has his perfect brown hair that was always in place, with golden brown highlights, and his blue-gray eyes. He was still supporting that gorgeous lean body, and he still had that gorgeous smile.

"I thought I might find you here." He said, taking a step closer to me. His voice broke me out from my reverie.

"How'd you know I was here?" I asked him, regaining my composure. He only smiled lightly, and I tried to fit the puzzle piece by piece. "Jean-Michel" I whispered, answering my question.

"I sent him as my proxy because I wanted to find you first. But then he called and informed me you were already here," he elaborated further.

I sincerely smiled at him. "You are so sweet," I said.

We were now only a few inches part, I was about to tiptoe and kissed him when he suddenly bent kneeled down in front of me. "I figured that since I already found you, might as well return this back to you, my princess," he said, looking up to me. He was hiding something from me, and he was carrying it safely while hiding it from me. He revealed the object and I chuckled lightly. It was the shoe that I have given him, that I told him to use if he ever wanted to find me again. 'And he did.'

He swiftly removed one of my red platform pumps from my feet, and gently replaced it with my leopard-print shoe that I gave him. He looked up. "Fits perfectly," he whispered.

It all seemed surreal; just like a fairytale.

"Wait, this shoe doesn't match my outfit" I bitchily said and we both laughed.

He then took a step forward, "Hey' what's wrong? Aren't you glad to see me?" I was surprised by his question. How could he know something was already wrong, just by seeing me?

I should have lied. I would have lied. But for the first time, I found it hard to lie directly to someone. And I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. "I..." I trailed off. I sighed. "It's just things are just so (messed up) ." I explained. I didn't really tell him the truth, but I didn't really lie either.

He grabbed my hand, leading me on the way towards his limo. I was surprise by his gesture, but followed Louis nonetheless. Once at the back of his limo, I stared at him. "Don't be sad, princess, I'll do everything I can to make you happy." He whispered gently in my ear.

I fluttered my eyelashes, and kissed him.

-CLICK!-CLICK!-

And suddenly, my phone started vibrating.

SPOTTED !

Hey people ! Gossip Girl here. It seems that our Queen B has moved on to greater or maybe lesser heights? B spotted kissing an unknown man in the back of the limo…sound familiar? My , my. Where has B and C's originality come from? But you know what they say, old habits die hard or are they just trying hard not to forget? Who knows…Stay tune Upper East Siders cause things are going to get messy.

You know you love me,

XOXO,

Gossip Girl

A/N: Hey everyone! There you have it, the 3rd chapter! Once again, we are very sorry for the late update. Things have just been really hectic. Anyways, we hope you enjoyed this. Please tell us what you think by REVIEWING. Comments, suggestions? HAHA. Feel free to REVIEW and tell us anytime. ;) Until the next chapter, everyone!

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Important things to remember:

1. The prince Blair met is a REAL prince. His name is LOUIS GRIMALDI, and he is the prince of Monaco. When Blair was about to leave Paris (where they met) she left him her shoe if he decides to ever look for her.

2. We made them meet in this art exhibit because the Prince approached Blair in Musee D'orsay (an art museum in Paris).

3. Empire State Building was the place Chuck was supposed to propose to Blair.

4. And of course, the infamous limo.

P.S. Some of you obviously already know this, but we thought this might be helpful to others. Review? :D