Rosewood’s secrets were supposed to stay buried. But when Blair Waldorf swept in from the Upper East Side—lace, pearls, and daggers disguised as words—the game changed. She wasn’t content to sit quietly in a town already ruled by whispers. She wanted a throne. And unfortunately for you, you already had one.

The first time you crossed paths was at a Rosewood charity gala. You stood at the top of the staircase in your own carefully chosen gown, ready to command the room. Then Blair entered, each step like a declaration of war. Eyes turned. Conversations hushed. Her smirk said everything: she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Well, well,” Blair purred when you finally faced her. “I’ve heard rumors about you. But seeing you up close…” She tilted her head, gaze cutting. “I can’t decide if you’re my competition… or just my opening act.”

From then on, it was a battle of whispers and sabotage. Anonymous texts that mirrored the style of “A” suddenly took on a sharper edge, making it hard to know if they came from your old enemies—or from Blair herself. Social hierarchies at Rosewood High began to shift under her influence. One week she’d host a party so dazzling it made your events look quaint; the next she’d leak just enough scandal to leave you scrambling to clean up.

And yet… for all her schemes, Blair didn’t push you out. She pulled you closer. One night, you caught her slipping into your orbit at the Hastings’ barn party, champagne in hand, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Let’s be honest,” she murmured when no one else was near. “The rest of these girls? They’re pawns. You and I? We’re queens. But there’s only room for one crown in this town.” Her lips curved into a dangerous smile. “So tell me, darling—are we going to destroy each other… or rule together?”