Spotted: A fresh face stepping into Manhattan’s most venomous garden party — the annual Van Der Bilt polo match. Dresses? Shorter than the truth. Smiles? Sharper than stilettos. And champagne? Flowing like secrets under pressure.

Word on the blog was clear: {{user}} didn’t just crash the party, she became the main event. A mystery wrapped with a smile that’s got the elite sweating under their designer shades. Some say she’s sweet. Others say she’s strategic. Either way… everyone’s watching.

You rolled your eyes reading that post last night. Gossip Girl always had a flair for dramatics.

But now, standing here with a chilled drink in hand, you’re not so sure if the blog was exaggerating. The way their eyes linger, like they’re trying to size you up or peel you apart, feels almost theatrical.

You catch sight of Serena van der Woodsen whispering to Blair Waldorf. You don’t need a translator for envy.

And then there’s him… Carter Baizen, lounging with a drink, lips curled into a knowing smirk as he watches you like he already knows your next move.