Blair Waldorf wakes up in her feather-down king size bed, hesitantly climbing out of the sumptuous beige colored velvet and satin sheets. She then retrieves her luxurious silk nightgown her father purchased on his annual trip to France with his new fiance Giles. She walks down the marble steps eagerly awaiting the tray-full of danishes, bagels and various other high-fat pastries that have been prepared by her maid of a morning. To her slight aggravation she finds an equally sumptuous and delicious-looking Serena van derwoodson standing absentmindedly in her foyer. She looks like she just stepped off a catwalk in Barney's and Bendals's latest fashion show. Blair crinkles her nose in disgust as she eyes her friend out, her perfectly pouted pink lips, her flawless skin, recently tanned by her summer trip to the Caribbean, her skeletal waistline, endless legs fitted in a luxurious pair of leather Gucci pants. Blair sticks her tongue out at Serena's perfectly highlighted blond head before she turns around to meet Blair's puffy-eyed fox face, her bloodshot eyes.
"Blair bear, did you forget?Remember your mom's holding a luncheon this morning?" she demanded excitedly, Her perfectly perky 34B's bouncing with her exhilaration. Blair smiled back at her friend with superficial enthusiasm, practically ripping her jowels from grinning excessively.
"Of course" she cooed back. "I'll just get ready and meet back here in five."
Blair sauntered into her velvet-clad room like a five year old girl and began to dismantle her wardrobe in an attempt to find the pair of leather pants that she'd bought with Serena the other weekend. They were exactly the same as Serena's but was, to Blairs misery, a size 4 instead of a 2. When she'd tried them on in Bergdorf's they hugged her tennis-toned thighs in all the right places. She hitched up her lace-clad thong and pulled the fitted pants over her legs. They slipped effortlessly over her shapely calves, her muscular shines, her thighs. She began to button hastily. The adjacent sides of the zip wouldn't budge. Blair pulled and twisted for the best of 3 minutes but the soft black leather stayed skin tight and unmovable around her bony hips. Blair let a quivering sigh escape her full lips. Suddenly she heard the rhythmic clicking of Serena's chocolate-colored pumps make their way up the marble steps towards her room. Serena couldn't see her like this, barely fitting into a size 4! Blair ripped the leather pants off and threw them into the corner just before Serena swung the french doors open. "What's taking so long?"she asked, displaying her pearly whites with her commercial perfect smile, her brows dipping in slight irritation. The leather pants were flung at the door where Serena picked them up. "Wear these!" she exclaimed, fitting them to her sillouet in font of Blair's full-length mirror in admiration, "Their cute!"
Blair flicked her immaculately manicured hand in Serena's direction. "Black washes me out" she says vaguely. She picks up a knee length pencil skirt and slides it over her hips, zips it. She then grabs a white blouse, dramatic red leather belt, red pumps and Gucci clutch. "Magnifique" Blair exclaims loudly in a lustrous French accent, throwing her hands up. She grabbed Serena's arm roughly and escorted her down the steps and into the elevator. "Ready?" she asks Serena.
"Of course" replied Serena in her not so polished French accent.
Blair squeezes her friends hand. Serena smiles back. Blair tries not to cry as she applies her eyeliner. When Serena asks whats wrong Blair replies its only as eyelash.
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