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GOLD RUSH ✹ ONE (BABY BUCHANAN'S HEART)
hey upper east siders,
SPOTTED!
after a year's absence in our beautiful city attending a elite boarding school in her homeland of England brimming with future world leaders, Estella Buchanan — one of the heirs to the buchanan billions and fashion empire is back! Although her reason for leaving this great city is still unknown, we're sure that a resident golden boy still has something to do with it and remains the main suspect for breaking baby Buchanan's heart. The last time we saw her was at the Shepard wedding a whole six months ago — I wonder how she'll feel that her old friend 'b' and golden boy's relationship is still going strong.
we'll find out soon enough, anyways everybody give me a hand in welcoming baby Buchanan back to big Apple, welcome back baby B!
xoxo gossip girl
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" ESTELLA, DARLING!", My mother tackles me into a hug, the cold metal of her various rings that stack her freshly manicured fingers make me shiver momentarily.
The hug was the bone crushing kind as I, the eldest Buchanan daughter reciprocated the action ( although will less vigor still pondering in and out of full consciousness from the time difference of London and New York.
" hey mum." is all I could reply, pulling away as her mothers hands moved from wrapped around my body to my cheeks, admiring my beauty (or criticising it, I can never tell with her)
" god, I might have to take a trip to London if I come back half as radiant as you." a fake laugh left my mouth as my mom hummed, I could practically hearing the queen sized bed calling me with its Manhattan silk sheets and cold pillows to rest my head on.
I didn't want to be back here. London was my safe place now with no reminder of who I once was and instead the new creation of a person who I actually liked, even loved was back there.
I would spent weekends in Kensington, drinking tea with my grandparents who fawned over me, spending too much money with my aunts.
Weekdays at school, making connections with the young royals ( aka. telling them to tell the next royal bride that a Buchanan custom dress is way cooler than a Vera Wang.) , drinking twenty cups of tea a day shamelessly without people judging me.
