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Ella Walker was considered family to the Van der Wooden's and Lily was...
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Memories can be embellished or denied.
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Ella left Blair a message. "Hey, Blair. I don't know what you think you saw between me and Tripp, but nothing is happening. This is like my 100th message. I don't wanna fight anymore. If Serena can move past it, so can you. Please call me. Here comes message 101."
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Ella was at the office.
"Hey, Tripp. How are you? I was, uh, just leaving you a note about the, uh, Observer article." She told him.
"Oh, great." He smiled.
"I thought you wouldn't be here, which is what it said on your schedule."
"Right, um, my meeting ended early."
"Good."
"Yeah."
"Then you'll have spare time to read my note. You know, this really shouldn't be so awkward." Ella said.
"It won't be for too long. Big move to DC tomorrow." Tripp replied.
"I thought that wasn't until January."
"Maureen wanted to be there for the holidays. The parties, the networking. It's probably for the best, though. I've been pretty... distracted." Tripp said.
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"Uh, last week..." Tripp said stepping forward.
"Nothing happened." Ella said.
"Then why does it feel like it did?" Tripp asked.
"Maybe we should just avoid each other until you leave." Ella suggested.
"Yeah."
"There you two are." Maureen said in the doorway. "Honey. I just found out they had to move the freshman spouses luncheon. So I'd have to leave in an hour. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, of course. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll just have Jeanne finish packing."
"But all that's left is the home office. Ella should help you. There's some private family stuff, and I trust you." Maureen said.
"Um... that's not really in Ella's job description." Tripp said.
"She doesn't mind. Do you?" She asked her. "Now, who wants to take me their favourite wife to brunch?"
