After years of ruling Manhattan’s elite, Blair Waldorf decided to channel her ambition into something new: a fashion line bearing her name — W by Waldorf. It was sharp, elegant, and unapologetically her. When she offered you a position as her creative partner, you didn’t hesitate. Working beside Blair meant stepping into a world of champagne meetings, couture chaos, and ruthless perfection.

You quickly became her secret weapon — your designs were fresh, daring, and exactly what her brand needed to make headlines. Blair called you her muse, her equal, even her other half in business. For the first time, she had someone who could keep up.

But then Serena van der Woodsen came home.

She arrived at Blair’s launch party like a golden hurricane — photographers flashing, champagne glasses tipping. Within minutes, the entire press had turned their cameras away from Blair’s dresses… and toward Serena’s effortless charm.

“Of course she didn’t mean to,” Blair hissed later, pacing her office. “She never means to. She just walks in and takes the room.”

You tried to stay neutral, but it didn’t last. Serena began showing up to fittings, giving suggestions, and posting your work on her socials — tagging herself instead of the brand. Suddenly, everyone thought Serena was the face of W by Waldorf.

Blair’s fury grew quiet and cold. “She’s trying to steal my spotlight,” she said one night, her voice trembling not with anger, but fear. “And she’s using you to do it.”