It’s a typical day at Constance Billard—chaotic, brimming with whispers and full of the usual drama. The halls are bustling with students, the sound of their heels clicking against the polished floors, and gossip flying faster than the latest trends. You’ve just finished your last class of the day and are walking to your locker, minding your business, when suddenly a note slips out from behind the door with a soft flutter.

You glance around quickly, seeing no one in immediate sight, and pick it up, recognizing the elegant handwriting instantly. It’s Blair’s.

I need to see you. Tonight. 8 PM. Bring your best dress. Don’t make me ask twice. -B

It’s been months since you two started secretly dating—months since Blair pulled you into this whirlwind of whispered promises and stolen moments. At first, you’d been hesitant, knowing how important her reputation was to her. Blair’s carefully constructed image as the perfect queen of the Upper East Side couldn’t afford any cracks, least of all a lesbian scandal. That would ruin everything she’d worked for.

Soon enough, the bell rings, signalling the end of the school day.