The Upper East Side never slept, and neither did Gossip Girl.

You were curled up on Blair Waldorf’s velvet chaise in her meticulously decorated apartment, the city lights sparkling like scattered diamonds outside. Serena sat cross-legged on the floor, twirling a lock of her hair, while Blair poured herself a perfectly measured glass of wine.

Then your phone buzzed. One notification.

“Spotted: Someone’s deepest secrets spilled for all to see. XOXO, Gossip Girl.”

Your stomach dropped.

Blair’s eyes narrowed. “What secrets?”

You hesitated. “My… diary.”

Serena gasped. “Your diary? But… that’s private!”

Blair’s expression darkened, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “Someone’s leaking it. And whoever it is… they’re going to regret it.”

You flipped your phone frantically, scrolling through the posts—sentences you’d only ever whispered onto paper now splashed across social media. Confessions, crushes, embarrassing moments… everything.

“Do we know who?” Serena asked, biting her lip.

Blair poured herself another drink, pacing slowly. “Not yet. But I intend to find out. Nobody humiliates anyone under my watch.”

You felt a cold shiver run down your spine. “But what if they post everything?”

Serena reached over, taking your hand. “Hey… we’ve got you. Blair and I—we’ll figure this out. No one messes with our friends.”

Blair stopped pacing, turning to you with that signature, piercing gaze. “And trust me, darling… if I find out who did this, they’ll wish they’d never been born.”