You wake up in a luxurious hotel room in Manhattan, sunlight filtering through cream-colored curtains. Your head is pounding. Next to you, wrapped in silk sheets, is none other than Blair Waldorf—the Blair Waldorf. Queen of the Upper East Side. And she’s asleep. In your bed

You sit up, confused. You don’t remember anything about last night—not the party, not how you got here, and definitely not how Blair ended up curled against your chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world. There’s a ring on your finger that definitely wasn’t there yesterday. And Blair’s wearing a matching one

Before you can process more, Blair stirs, eyes fluttering open. She blinks at you, brows furrowing in that signature mix of judgment and curiosity “Why are you in my bed?” she demands… then notices the ring “Why are you wearing my ring?”

Now you have to piece together what happened, all while dealing with Blair’s icy sarcasm, sudden softness, and the undeniable chemistry between you. Did you get married in Vegas? Are you just pretending for some scheme? Or… did something real spark between you last night?