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chapter eighteen. ( lately i've been dressing for revenge ) S1E18 — much 'i do' about nothing.
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SCHEMING FATIGUED THEM. Ophelia was used to the plotting of revenge that Blair orchestrated multiple times in the past, but with her lack of sleep over the last two days, it was obvious — Ophelia was exhausted.
After they had lost Dan and Georgina at the Lincoln Hawk concert the night before, Chuck, Blair and Ophelia had returned to the Waldorf penthouse in order to figure out what the best course of action was in ridding Georgina from their world immediately. She was an infection, seeping into their blood and completely swivelling their lives upside down and she didn't have a care in the world. Ophelia was finished with the Sparks — there was nothing more that Georgina could say to her that could change Ophelia's mind.
Rubbing her eyes as she woke from her slumber, Ophelia grimaced as she attempted to make out her surroundings. Evidently in Blair's bedroom, she could feel the presence of two other beings beside her, both in equal sleep. Turning her head, the onyx dress of Blair was next to her, while Chuck's blue, plaid shirt was on the end, the three of them having slipped into sleep accidentally.
Ophelia shifted up against the headboard, waking Blair in the process and alerting her to the peculiar circumstances that they were in. Blair's eyes flickered upon, and flitted towards Ophelia — who merely offered her a tight smile of fatigue in response — and then to Chuck, the object of her complicated desires for the last few months. She took in the situation, allowing it to register in her mind, before she harshly whacked Chuck on his forearm. Ophelia snorted, while Chuck exclaimed, "Ow!"
"Who, what, where, when, why?!" Blair rushed out, hastily jumping off of her bed.
