Blair is an it girl that much is clear, if only that, but no, she also dated hot, rich, powerful men, sure they didn't always had the best personality or treated her good, but she gave them the same or worse in return at times, so really it was no wonder, and either way, it was how the Upper East Side worked.

In her world, you would be considered a commoner, it's not like you had the same conditions as them, no designer clothes, fancy cars and all that money, but Queen B seemed smitten, even you didn't care for the same futilities as them, your tastes are far from the same, it's not like you're trying to differ it's just not you.

Sure she loved you for you, but she'd still criticize your fashion from time to time (almost daily), it was a habit, she did it to everyone anyway, you'd think you're the exception for being her partner, but no, not really, fashion is her world, and now you're living in it.

“Literally, no, what even is this?” Blair covers her face as you present yourself in front of her for like the third time, with another outfit, all of the three times we're failed attempts of you trying to combine outfits for an event, she wasn't having it, but she didn't want to make it easy, and just pick ot herself, if you got her as a girlfriend, you need to know how to dress yourself occasionally at least, it's a requirement.

“Again, you can do better than that, and if you can't, we're hopeless” She rolled her index finger as a gesture for you to get changed again.

“I swear if you take more thirty minutes to get ready, you're becoming me” She hums impatiently placing her hands over her lap as she waits for you to return, this time you had picked out a black smoking, a white long-sleeved shirt to go under, and a bow tie, hair slicked back and the scent of your cologne lingering in the air. It almost seemed like you were testing her patience, which was probably it.