"I'm a feminist obviously
But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me"
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Ophelia Eleanor Waldorf-Huntington: cousin to infamous Blair Waldorf, niece of Eleanor Waldorf, returns to the Upper East Side after a year away spent with h...
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When the white tents blossom in Bryant Park it can only mean one thing: Fashion Week. The time when any Park Ave. princess would trade her last Prada pochette for front-row seats to the best shows. And we hear the seating chart for Eleanor Waldorf's show is being made by our very own B.
"This art director just ran off with the husband of this photo editor, so I sat all of Vanity Fair between them. I figured we'd want to avoid a catfight in front of the catwalk." Blair explained to her mother as Ophelia stood in front of one of the mannequins in the corner, desperately trying to finalize her showcase piece before the show. "I told Laurel my daughter could make a better seating chart that that drug-addled publicist. It was a blessing she was hauled off to rehab for stealing her son's Ritalin." Eleanor gossiped before stopping by her niece and admiring her piece.
"You should cinch the waist in a little higher, let it flare out." Nodding at her aunt with appreciation Ophelia decided to remain quiet, she didn't want to be rude as she continued fussing over the light blue tulle fabric in front of her. She was beyond appreciative for the older woman who had pulled some strings to get the ravenette into the show right after her own showcase, but she didn't like the idea of owing her aunt anything further.
Instead, the heiress decided to do the exact opposite and loosened the waistline, smiling to herself as the fabric flowed exactly as she had envisioned it. "And you and Serena will be with me backstage, of course? I'm going to need all the help I can get with Ophelia now on stage." Eleanor enquired, the mention of the blonde who had iced the pair of cousins out making the Waldorf-Huntington turn slightly to intervene. "Of course, that's our tradition. I hope you don't mind but I sat the girls from school in the second row." Blair cut off before her cousin could. "Well, since they are your friends, why not? Besides, they'll worship you for it." Eleanor mused before Ophelia turned back to her dress.
"Blair hasn't told her mother about the battle of the crown I'm assuming?". Carrington whispered quietly as she helped her best friend with her secret weapon of the show. "When does she ever? In the eyes of Blair Waldorf all is well and good despite how tense and bitchy Serena has become." Rolling her eyes the ravenette turned back to her work and focused solely on her design, not having time to deal with high school drama for the moment. "I hate to run and leave but Theo is here to pick me up, let me know if there's a fashion emergency and I'll come straight here." Pecking Ophelia on the cheeks Carrington rushed out of the bustling office and headed towards school - something the heiress had thankfully done enough work to miss for the next week.
Ophelia didn't want to upstage her aunt, but she knew her piece was coming together even better than she had envisioned and she still had to figure out how to finalize the hidden touches without her aunt suspecting too much. So far Eleanor hadn't been overly bothered by her niece's design, sure she knew it was beautiful, but it was nothing like her own and for that the older woman thought she had no reason to worry about it upstaging hers. Nice thought Eleanor Waldorf let's see how long that lasts.
