𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡. 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡
IN WHICH, veronica archibald and max wolfe's story is told. the it girl and the playboy of manhattan gets tied up in each other's strings, resulting in endless money, lies, sex, scandal, drama, tea...
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britney spears on repeat, the bright city lights of manhattan sparkling from the penthouse view, choosing between gold and diamond jewelry, long walks from the bedroom to the walk-in closet, and a vip guest at an exclusive club— a casual 8pm night out for veronica.
she wore a black versace lace dress, gold necklace, and a black & gold 5-inch stilettos.
as per her face, veronica did her makeup with a little bit of silver and blue eyeshadow, a subtle colorful glam that complimented her eyes. she then did her hair wavy. as she left her room, she grabbed a ysl bag, took a last look in the mirror, and headed downstairs.
she couldn't wait to party and drink since it's been awhile since she had a night out. as she headed down, waiting for the elevator, her father walked by. as soon as nate saw veronica, he stopped walking. analyzing his daughter's outfit from head to toe, he furrowed his brows. "what do you think you're wearing, veronica?" nate crossed his arms. "versace & ysl?" veronica sarcastically answered, channeling her inner cher horowitz.
nate put his hands on his hips and slowly shook his head. "dad, come on. i waited for a year to wear this dress & i'm already late! no time for me to change" she defended. nate paused, deciding whether or not to allow his 16-year old daughter to go out with a lace dress.
"okay, fine. but at least cover up. here, take my coat" nate took his coat off and placed it onto his daughter's arms. "thanks. as much as i appreciate it, i'm not a child anymore." she sarcastically said. "you're 16!" he shouted while veronica entered the elevator, chuckling as she waved goodbye to her father before the elevator closed.
veronica headed down the elevator. on the way down, her phone rang.
gossipgirl tagged you in a post
confused, veronica furrowed her brows and looked at the post.
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Hello, followers. Gossip Girl here. Your one and only source for the truth behind the scandalous lies of New York's elite. Been a minute. Did you miss me? I know I've missed you. Though you're probably going to wish I'd stayed away when I'm done. Because I can see you. Not the you you've oh-so-carefully curated. The real you. The one hiding just outside the edge of frame. Well, it's time to reframe that picture. You've gotten away with everything a little too long. Now that I'm back, I'm gonna feature your finstas, surface those subtweets, and crack your caches. You can't hide from me. Never could. And to prove it, there's a big secret amongst the ruling class at Constance Billard. And as you will soon come to know, no good secret goes unpublished. Watch this space. Or don't. You'll hear about it soon enough either way. Till then, XOXO, Gossip Girl.
