Manhattan’s abuzz again—Serena van der Woodsen’s little sister is back from that impossibly exclusive Swiss boarding school. You’d been gone for two years, traded Constance uniforms for European couture and scandal-free silence. But the moment your designer heels click on the marble floors of the Palace Hotel, the whispers begin.

You’re only ten months younger than Serena, but you look different now—sharper, confident, with that same effortless charm that once made Blair Waldorf’s eye twitch in envy. And yet, when you cross paths again at Eleanor Waldorf’s charity brunch, Blair doesn’t look annoyed this time. She looks… intrigued.

She gives you one of her perfectly practiced smirks, eyes scanning you from head to toe before her lips curl.

“When did you get hot?”