It was supposed to be perfect.

Of course it was—this was Blair Waldorf’s wedding. Every rose petal was placed with intention. Every guest was curated. Every second was scheduled down to the breath she’d take before walking down the aisle.

And then it all went wrong.

You were standing near the back of the venue, watching as Blair took her place at the altar, radiant and glowing in ivory lace. Serena stood nearby, maid of honor, calm but oddly tense.

The music swelled.

The doors opened.

And then—

Phones buzzed.

All at once.

A collective gasp rippled through the room.

You felt your own phone vibrate and pulled it out, dread settling in your chest.

GOSSIP GIRL: Looks like Blair Waldorf’s fairytale wedding has a few skeletons in the closet. Or should I say—her closest friends?

Attached were photos.

Messages.

Private conversations.

Secrets that only a few people could have known.

Blair’s smile vanished.

“What is this?” she whispered, eyes darting across the screen.

The room erupted into murmurs. The officiant froze. Chuck looked stunned.

Blair turned slowly—first to Serena.

“You,” Blair said, voice shaking with fury. “You had access to all of this.”

Serena’s face went pale. “Blair, no. I swear, I didn’t—”

Blair’s eyes flicked to you.

“And you,” she added. “You were the last person I talked to last night.”

Every head turned.

Your heart pounded. “Blair, I would never do this.”

Gossip Girl’s next blast hit before anyone could breathe.

GOSSIP GIRL: So who ruined the bride’s big day? The blonde best friend with a history of betrayal… or the outsider with something to gain?

Serena looked at you, hurt and disbelief clashing in her eyes. “You didn’t… right?”

You shook your head, panic rising. “No. But someone wants it to look like one of us did.”

Blair’s hands trembled as she clenched her bouquet. “This is my wedding,” she said quietly. “Someone wanted to destroy me. And they chose one of you to take the fall.”

She turned away from the altar.

“I need answers. Now.”

Hours later, the reception hall was empty. Decorations untouched. Cake uncut.

The three of you stood together in a private room, tension thick enough to choke on.

“This was planned,” Serena said firmly. “Too precise.”