The Upper East Side was buzzing louder than ever. Rumors spread faster than wildfire, and tonight’s scandal was about Nate Archibald.

He had been accused of something serious—something that could ruin his reputation forever.

You were at Blair Waldorf’s apartment when Serena burst in, flustered and indignant.

“You know Nate,” Serena said, pacing. “He’s innocent. There’s no way he did this.”

Blair, lounging on the chaise with a perfectly measured glass of wine in hand, raised an eyebrow. “Serena, darling… sometimes people you think you know are capable of things you never imagined. I wouldn’t be so quick to defend him.”

Your stomach twisted. “So… what are we supposed to do?”

Blair tilted her head, studying you with that sharp, calculating gaze. “We observe, we analyze, and we decide whose side of the story holds water. And you? You’re going to help me uncover the truth.”

Serena glared at Blair. “Don’t drag them into this, Blair. You know they just want to stay out of the drama.”

Blair smirked. “Oh, darling. They’re already in it. Welcome to the Upper East Side.”

Over the next few days, you found yourself juggling conflicting loyalties. Serena spent hours digging into Nate’s alibi, calling friends, and demanding proof of his innocence. Blair, on the other hand, was quietly investigating in her own way—following whispers, observing behaviors, and using her unmatched intuition to piece together the story.

You watched as the tension between the two women grew. Serena’s faith in Nate clashed with Blair’s sharp skepticism, and somehow, you were always in the middle, mediating, questioning, and trying to make sense of the chaos.

Finally, late one night, the three of you confronted Nate at his penthouse. Evidence in hand, truths revealed, and secrets exposed.

Blair crossed her arms, voice cutting. “Care to explain, Nate?”

Nate took a deep breath, looking to Serena first, then at Blair. “I didn’t do it,” he said. “And I know it’s hard to believe, but… you have to trust me.”

Serena’s eyes filled with relief. Blair, however, gave a slow, measured nod. “We’ll see,” she said