"Sangre Azul"
By SnowyOwl17 and Tenshi noyo ryu taiga aka Peyton Leigh
Disclaimer: We do not own Roswell or Gossip Girl. The "Gossip Girl" we set up for this fic (the email) is in no way the real Gossip Girl.
Summary: When Liz Parker's parents get a divorce, she has to move all the way to NYC where she has to meet and blend in with Chuck Bass and the Upper East Side. Problem is, in New York, everyone loves a good scandal. And what bigger scandal is there than the Chuck Bass... taken? Seems like everyone's going to be watching Gossip Girl for this scoop.
Chapter Four:
Liz yawned and rolled over in her bed. She stretched luxuriously before remembering what it was she had to do today.
She turned over a hid her head under her pillow while groaning. Ew, formal dress shopping.
She vaguely heard the knocking of the door, but ignored it in favor of pretending she was dead. What went unheard, however, was the turning of the door and the clicking of heels on the hardwood floor of her common room.
"Elizabeth?" A sharp feminine voice was heard.
"Grandmother?" Liz's head popped up from under her pillow, making her bedhead that much worse.
"Yes. May I come in?"
"Oh, yes, of course," She replied as she scrambled to appear as if she'd been awake for hours.
A short, slender woman appeared by the doors. The years had clearly taken its toll on her, but she still looked very beautiful. Her sparkling blue eyes held a hint of hardness, but kindness shown through as well.
She was dressed in a smart red business suit and black Jimmy Choo heels. All in all, she portrayed a "no nonsense" kind of woman. In all honesty, every time she saw her grandmother, Liz was reminded of Professor McGonagall from the Harry Potter movies: stern, but kind.
"Interesting hair style, Elizabeth. Is that the new fashion?" Miriam Van Leih teased her only granddaughter.
"What?" Liz looked into a nearby mirror, "Oh!" she exclaimed as she patted down her hair in an attempt to tame it.
She turned around, cheeks painted pink as she attempted to change the subject, "What are you doing her, Grandmother?"
Miriam raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Your mother called and said you requested my help in picking out a formal down for tonight. You know, Elizabeth, you shouldn't leave these kinds of things to the last minute," Miriam scolded slightly.
"Mother," Elizabeth grunted out in frustration before returning her attention to the older woman, "I know I shouldn't, but-"
"Oh!" Miriam interrupted as her purse started ringing, "What on earth?" Miriam dug through her bag and pulled out her cell phone. She held it between her thumb and her pointer finger, as if it were something utterly distasteful to her. She flipped it open and stared confusedly at it before Elizabeth decided to take pity and pressed the talk button.
"Oh, thank you, dear," Miriam spoke before turning to the phone, "Hello… Nancy? Why are you-…. Yes, I know, but you are only…. Yes, dear, I'm well aware…. I have been doing this a while now. I taught you, if you recall…. I'm sure that Elizabeth has been perfectly capable of picking out her own clothes for quite some time now…" Miriam sighed lightly, "Very well. I shall pass on the message… Yes, yes, good bye, dear." Miriam shut the phone off a literally threw it at Liz's bed before muttering, "Most odious woman alive."
Miriam turned to face curious brown eyes and an amused smile, "You mother wishes for you gown to be a dark burgundy."
Liz rolled her eyes, but stopped at her grandmother's disapproving frown. Women of society did not roll their eyes.
She nodded her understanding of her mother's request silently.
Miriam smiled as she waved her hands for Elizabeth to go ahead and freshen up, "I'll be out in the common room waiting, dear."
Liz nodded and walked to the bathroom. She stepped onto travertine floors and moved to the giant Jacuzzi bathtub. She turned on the faucets and jets as she slipped off her light pink silk robe. The water felt exquisite on her tense muscles as she slipped into the enormous tub.
She just let her mind wander as she soaked in all the good energy she was feeling. Her mind had unwontedly wandered to the boy she had met the previous day. A small scowl crept across her face. Now that time had passed, his face had blurred and his so called charms had faded from her mind. All that was left was the arrogance he portrayed and her irritation at his audacity. Liz hoped that she would never meet that boy again.
Sighing as she got out of the tub, she wrapped a towel around her body and went into her bedroom to pick out an outfit for the day.
Knowing that she would be in and out of dresses all day, she slipped on a cute denim mini skirt and a normal baby tee: comfy and easy to change out of.
Liz grabbed a Louis Vuitton handbag and walked through the door to see her mother and her grandmother both sitting on the couch. She sighed before throwing herself in head first.
"Hello, mom," She greeted.
Nancy raised up a Bloody Mary, virgin, Liz assumed, as it was only ten in the morning, in greeting.
"Leaving for dress shopping?" Nancy inquired.
"Yes, mom," as you very well know, Liz thought.
Nancy smiled, too excited for such a small thing, "Great. Then I'll see the two of you soon."
Both Liz and Miriam nodded as they walked out the door and quickly headed to the elevator.
As the two entered the lobby, both, simultaneously slid on Chanel sunglasses and walked out into the hot New York sun.
"So, where to?" Liz asked.
"Shoes," Miriam replied, "You know what I say. Finding a dress is easy. Finding shoes you'll be comfortable in for hours is the difficult part of an ensemble."
They both smiled before heading to Miriam's favorite shoes store.
Five long hours later, Liz's outfit was complete. It started with bronze heels with brown and silver stones gemmed to the thick front strap. Then came the matching jewelry set. The set included earrings, a necklace and a tiara. Liz protested the tiara, she was a little old for it, but her grandmother insisted and they reached a compromise. Liz would wear the tiara as long as she could get her hair done in such a way that the tiara merely looked like a hair pin. The design of the set was gorgeous. It was beautiful, yet understated and styled vintage. It was gold with diamonds and pearls in an elegant design.
Lastly, was the dress. While the dress wasn't burgundy, it was a deep, rich red. Its bodice was studded with diamonds and its skirt contained dozens of little bunches which continued onto the train. On the front of the dress, there were three large clusters of diamonds. Overall, the dress was worth more than a pretty penny. Liz had protested and had even left the boutique saying she refused to buy it. However, her grandmother went behind her back to purchase it and refused to return it, leaving her with little choice but to wear it or else her grandmother would have spent all that money for nothing.
Miriam received a call as they stood on the street waiting for the limo. It was Liz's grandfather, Jacob. Miriam turned to Liz and excused herself from the rest of the shopping trip.
Liz smiled in relief before her grandmother turned stern and wiggled out the promise that Elizabeth would buy an overcoat and a purse that matched, no matter the cost.
Finally alone, Liz huffed at the promise before continuing on in her search. Thankful that she was almost done, she stopped in at Chanel and spotted a burgundy coat that was a shade darker than her dress and perfect for her. Liz bought it and plugged in her iPod before the price was named, simply handing over her credit card. Ignorance was bliss when it came to prices in New York City.
Elizabeth called for her limo to unload the bag before spotting Neiman Marcus. She sighed and stepped in. She looked around, not really seeing anything that interested her before she was the perfect handbag. It was bronze and had the trademark little lock on top of it. It was a Chloe Paddington. Liz squealed mentally at finally being done, but as she looked around, Liz saw many cute things that were also very comfortable besides her handbag.
She looked down at her watch and realized that she did not have the time to shop if she wanted her hair done the way she wanted. Making a mental note to return soon, Liz paid for the bag and left for the hair stylist.
She went in and explained that she wanted large curls and waves and that she wanted the tiara woven into her hair so that the bands disappeared and all that was left were the gemmed designs.
A little over two hours later and she was finished. She raced out of the limo and into her penthouse, kicking off shoes and clothes as she entered her common room. She only had forty five minutes to get ready because it was a twenty minute drive.
Elizabeth hastily put her clothes on, but took care to make sure she looked perfect. She knew that her mother would rather she arrive to the gala late than looking disarrayed.
She gasped a breath of relief as she saw that she arrived to the ball only ten minutes late. Elizabeth took a deep, calming breath. This was her first real appearance with Upper East Side society. She had to make a good impression or risk being a pariah before she even made it to school.
Slowly she made her way up to the two grand doors. She let her eyes briefly scan the banner saying "Welcome to the Raydehr Celebratory Gala Event", ignoring the curious looks the people already inside the ballroom were giving her.
She must have looked more nervous than she thought because the announcer whispered for her to breathe before taking a deep breath and bellowing, "Please welcome Elizabeth Van Leih, heiress of the Van Leih Law Firm!"
Woah, New Girl. That's quite the entrance. But don't think that a fancy name and a fancy entrance are going to get you anything here. This is the Upper East Side, afterall and that means that everyone has one of those. Watch your back, new-be. You just jumped head first into a pool of sharks… and it's feeding time.
You know you love me
XOXO
Gossip Girl
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