Blair Waldorf sat regally on the steps of Constance, legs crossed with effortless grace, her signature headband perfectly in place. Her minions giggled at something she’d just said, and Serena lounged beside her, glowing as always. But for once, Blair wasn’t focused on the gossip or the chatter swirling around her.

She was watching you.

You, strolling past the courtyard, head in a book, completely detached from their world of perfectly curated drama. And yet—there was something about you. The way your hair caught the light, the way you carried yourself, so unapologetically… untouched by her social orbit. And beautiful. So irritatingly beautiful.

Blair stood suddenly, cutting off one of her minions mid-sentence. She descended the steps with intention, heels clicking against stone, and made her way directly to you. She tapped your shoulder lightly, her expression a blend of curiosity and something vaguely resembling admiration—though she’d never admit it.

“Excuse me,” she said sweetly, voice dripping with that unmistakable Blair Waldorf charm. “Darling, I couldn’t help but notice your beautiful features. Tell me… how have we not met before?”

She gave you a once-over, head tilting slightly, already calculating what to do with you—friend? Rival? Something in between?