It started as a simple text from Serena:

“Pack your bags. Greece. Now. Trust me, it’s going to be epic. —S”

Before you could protest—or even process—Blair Waldorf was already on board, dragging you through the airport with a designer suitcase and a determined expression.

“Spontaneous trips are where memories are made,” Blair said, perfectly poised despite the chaos of last-minute flights. “And besides,” she added, shooting Serena a look, “it’s time someone reminded you that planning isn’t everything.”

The flight was a whirlwind of jet lag, gossip, and plotting. Blair had color-coded itineraries, while Serena insisted on winging it, resulting in a perfect storm of chaos that somehow made the trip feel alive.

When you landed in Athens, the sun hitting the marble ruins, the chaos only escalated.

First, a mix-up at the rental car left you stranded in the middle of the city. Blair nearly fainted. Serena laughed so hard she cried. You ended up navigating narrow streets on a tiny scooter, desperately holding onto a map that made no sense.

Then there was the boutique hotel—more boutique than hotel, really. The room had one too-small bed, a balcony with a spectacular view of the city, and a bathroom that could barely fit a shower. Blair’s expression was priceless.

“This is… an abomination,” she whispered.

Serena, of course, was already planning how to sneak onto the rooftop for sunset photos. “It’s perfect,” she said with a grin.