Spotted: Mother Chucker and Queen B smooching in Central Park. Aw, how sweet. The question is: are we missing something? Where's that cute coquette of yours, C?

Before I can answer, our phones beep at the same time. Probably Gossip Girl. I can hardly let her ruin our lives anymore. I'm still having way too much fun with it.

"Life's a liar," I say, taking a breath at Chuck's hopeful face. He chuckles. "And she's a bitch. But I guess I'll say yes."

He slips the ring onto my finger. "That," he remarks, "Have got to be the most weirded out response to a wedding proposal I've ever heard."

The ring, adorned with a little piece of diamond, glitters in the sunlight.

The weather's clearing up now.

"And one more thing," I kiss him lightly on the lips. "How on earth did you end up with her there?"

"Her?" Chuck asks innocently, arms around my waist. "What, you mean Aimee?"

I play with my ring, voice of pretended infuriation. "Of course I mean Aimee, who else could it be, you mother chucker?" he grins at the nickname.

"She smelled of the perfume you used today." We simply look at each other. "I thought it was you. Honestly."

"Whoever gave her that perfume, anyway?"

"I did."

Untangling myself from Chuck's embrace, I turn around to find Serena van der Woodsen, graceful as always, strolling into Central Park, Brooklyn Boy (What is he doing here!?) following her like a lovesick puppy.

As much as I love my best friend, her choice in guys and brooding artists pretty much are—ugh.

"Serena?" we chorus.

She smiles. "I knew there was something fishy going on with you letting Chuck fool around with his secretary, so I did a little research. Dan here has helped me a lot."

Oh, so now I'm saying thank you to a Daniel Humphrey for my happily-ever-after?

Life. Do you see where you're going?? Tell me as soon as you do, 'cause I'm falling off this edge.

It's constantly changing.

Behind me, Chuck almost gives his 'sister' a smirk, but stops himself in time.

Serena continues. "I thought it's about time, you guys," holding my and Chuck's hand on each of hers, "And Aimee has agreed to, well, take part in this plan."

"So you're hiring her after me?" I ask. God, my life is getting more complicated every second.

Dan steps up. His part? He has a say, in my life plans?

Yippee.

"See how simple it would've been if you two just admit it?" Serena laughs at his sentence, the couple holding hands happily.

I glance at Chuck, who's unexpectedly grinning. "Whatever, we've said our pieces, and it's done."

"And may I introduce to you, my Upper East Siders," Chuck holds my ringed hand up for Serena to see proudly, I blushing. "The Mrs. Bass-to-be."

The ceremony was plain and simple, limited to invited guests and press. Blair didn't want much publicity, and neither did I.

Have to say it was quite a surprise for Serena to 'quick-start' my love life. Who would have thought her, of all people?

Yes, I'm thankful. I am. I wouldn't have made it today without our bridesmaid and our best man, Nate Archibald.

Or—I'm wondering why I'm even saying this—Aimee.

Dressed to kill in black, Aimee tips her signature Burberry hat to Blair and me in a subtle salute.

"Mon travail ici est fait," are her last words, before the French model leaves out of sight, never to be seen again.

My work is here done.

I can't have agreed with her more.

A/N: Love and thanks,

(This is NOT ending yet.) :P

Xoxo forever,

Your ever humble fanfic writer :)