Chapter 26

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London's dress for the funeral 

More towers than Trump, more bucks than Bloomberg

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More towers than Trump, more bucks than Bloomberg. 

Bart Bass and Alex Kohler definitely made their mark on Manhattan. 

The critical condition of a public figure can shake a whole town, and the passing of another can shake a city. 

But the real story is always the one happening in private. 

Away from the headlines. 

At home.


"London. London sweetheart, you need to wake up." I hear the voice of Lucy say as she carefully shakes my shoulder trying to get me up. 

Sighing I lift my head and open my eyes from my dad's bedside. 

"I'm up." I say. 

"Oh, sweetie. I know this is hard for you but you must have faith that your father will wake from this." Lucy tries to encourage me, noticing my bloodshot eyes from crying nonstop for the past several hours. 

Chuck and I were finally having a good night at the ball. 

Dancing and just enjoying each other's presence when we got interrupted by the news that his dad had died while my father was left in critical condition from their car wreck on the way to the ball. 

My entire world stopped when we got that news. 

Chuck immediately left to go be with his family and I went straight to the hospital to find Lucy frantically pacing the hallways. 

Once she spotted me she updated me that father had just gotten out of surgery but that he was still in critical condition. 

He fell into a coma as a result of his injuries.

 I've spent the last few days by his bedside only leaving to go shower back at the house. 

Lucy has definitely put up a good front for me and has been such a supportive figure but I can tell she's pretty worried about dad too. 

Blair and Nate have stopped by a couple of times as well. 

I would always ask them if they had heard from Chuck since he's been ignoring my calls.

 Their response was always no. 

I wanted to be there for Chuck so bad in person but I knew I needed to be with my father. 

He was all I had left at this point and if something were to happen to him while I was gone I would never forgive myself. 

"I just want him to wake up." I cry out to Lucy as she pulls me in for a hug. 

"I know. I know. I do too." she replies in a daze like faze. 

We were interrupted as there was a knock on the door. 

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