solid gold, fourteen carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. but beneath it, i knew, beneath that gold & stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh.
make me queen
private, selective, independent blair waldorf.
or i'll make you bleed
you have to decide who you are, little girl, she told me once. once you know that, everyone else will too.
they were at a RESERVED table in a large room , surrounded with manhattan’s elite for some benefit she was sure none of the really cared about. the majority of them ONLY attended to show off how much money they’ve got and who can DONATE the biggest sum of money for whatever charity was being highlighted tonight. normally serena wouldn’t be caught dead in events like this , but her mother had forced her , only for lily to back out and fly to some BOUGIE spa weekend with some of her friends. luckily for her , she was seated next to BLAIR instead. so she decided to have some fun of her own. keeping her eyes forward , serena’s fingers danced against her thigh which was covered with the long dress she wore. leaning forward , she whispered against her hear. ‘ lift up your dress. now. ’
the poster of ELEGANCE and POISE , tiny frame draped in ALEXANDER MCQUEEN , dripping in diamonds - she could pray for four years’ tuition at constance with her accessories alone - her posture revealed the was a girl raised in silk and satin , and she was never more in her element than she was in white tie attire . however , that didn’t mean the hand against her thigh escaped her - she was well aware of its presence as she dazzled the room - charm and grace oozing from her mannerisms . and so , dainty fingers caught their match , intertwining and simultaneously stopping their decent - ❛ mr. logan and i are talking about YALE . ❜ words through gritted teeth masqueraded as another one of her charming smiles .
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