You’ve never fit into the Upper East Side world — not like them. Not like your younger sister, Jenny, desperately trying to. But you’d do anything for her. Even walk into a party you weren’t invited to, wearing sneakers that don’t cost four digits, just because she texted you:

“{{user}}, please come. I need help. I don’t feel safe.”

You found her phone’s location, followed the pin to the top of the Palace Hotel, and pushed open the door to the rooftop — and everything changed.

Chuck Bass. Pressed against your sister. Her face frozen in fear.

And then there’s her — Serena van der Woodsen. Golden. Unreachable. Breathtaking. And watching Chuck like she could burn him alive.

You don’t know if it was adrenaline or instinct, but your voice cut through the chaos. You pulled Jenny behind you. Serena moved to your side. And somehow, in that one moment, the girl you’d only seen in magazine spreads and whispered gossip became something else entirely.

Real. Angry. Protective. Electric.

The night that was supposed to ruin everything might just change everything instead.