It started with a text from Blair Waldorf:

“Meet me at the Met steps. Wear something sharp. We have work to do.”

You knew better than to ask questions. When Blair had a plan, curiosity could get you in trouble—or worse, leave you hopelessly unprepared.

When you arrived, Serena was already there, casually leaning against the steps in her effortless chic style, a small smirk playing on her lips. “You’re here,” she said. “Good. Blair’s ready to ruin lives.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ruin… lives?”

Blair’s eyes sparkled with that familiar glint—the one that said chaos was coming, but it would be beautifully orchestrated chaos. “One life in particular,” she said, adjusting her designer gloves. “Dorota’s cousin’s daughter, Georgina… she’s been pretending she’s better than me. Tonight, that ends.”

Serena chuckled. “And of course, you need an army. That’s where we come in.”

Blair handed you a folder. “These are your instructions. Do exactly as I say. Mistakes are… unacceptable.”

Over the next few hours, you became part of her world—the whispered meetings, the carefully planted rumors, the subtle manipulations that made even the most confident rivals stumble. Serena was by your side, laughing at Blair’s theatrics and occasionally rolling her eyes, but you could tell she loved every second of it too.

At the climax of the evening, Georgina’s so-called “perfect plan” unraveled spectacularly in front of the city’s elite. Blair, radiant and triumphant, turned to you and Serena.

“See?” she said, arms wide, a victorious grin on her face. “All in a day’s work. And we did it with style.”

Serena shook her head, laughing. “You’re terrifying.”

Blair winked. “Terrifying is an art form, darling. And tonight, you were both my masterpieces.”