"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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Rise and shine, early birds, Gossip Girl here. We all have dreams. Some good, some bad, some fun and Freudian. And some are the dreams we've had our whole lives.
"You're getting ready to tour Yale? I thought FIT was your dream choice." Spencer questioned over breakfast, glancing down at the letter sat upon the kitchen table across from his younger sister. "FIT is my dream school. Blair just asked me to come with her as a show of support given the whole Serena of it all - besides, I've already toured FIT's campus." Sipping the coffee from the fresh mug in her hands Ophelia smoothed out the plaid dress she had styled and ensured its white collar was flattened neatly.
"Anything for a Waldorf." Rolling his eyes momentarily the older boy placed the invitation back down on the table and bit back any further remarks, not wanting to argue with his sister before her busy day. "I'm still planning on going to FIT Spence, Yale is just a filler." "Maybe don't tell anyone else that."
With a small farewell the ravenette grabbed ahold of her red purse and red coat before heading downstairs preparing for the day. Since the fashion show fiasco, she had spent every ounce of her time expanding her line and entertaining interviews that promised her wealth and riches for even a snippet of her collaboration. It's fair to say they had all been turned down.
Ophelia Waldorf-Huntington was a name in her own right and she didn't intend on collaborating with just any brand, especially when she had yet to release a full line of her own.
"This weekend concludes college visits. The schools you will be visiting, Harvard, Yale and Brown are among the best in the world. You are ambassadors of Constance Billard and St. Jude's as well as your own families. We urge you to present yourselves in the best possible light. Good luck." The dean of St Jude's announced among the mixed group of elite students causing Ophelia to simply stare at the wall behind him in boredom.
They'd been given the same speech every single day and somehow it hadn't become more tolerable. Usually, she would've analyzed the behaviors of her fellow peers but that meant potentially locking eyes with Nate Archibald who - despite his sweet text the day of the fashion show - hadn't bothered to speak a word to the heiress since he returned to town.
Beginning to walk alongside Blair had lastly for merely a few moments before the ravenette felt a familiar hand reach her arm, pausing her in her step. "Lia, I thought you were going to FIT?". Nate questioned with a slight amount of concern in his voice as he did so. "Then you assumed right." Moving her arm away Ophelia crossed them against her chest before silently searching for her cousin, disappointed when she saw Serena attempting to talk to the girl instead. "Why were you on the list of students touring Yale then?".
"Not that it's any of your concern but I'm going for Blair. She needs someone on her side after the Serena of it all." Glancing once again at the aforementioned girls she did her best to assess the conversation from a distance, eager to discover whether she could return to her own life or not. "I thought you would've been too busy to follow Blair's orders." "Let me get one thing straight Nate - I am not following my cousin's orders; I'm simply being there for my family; something you should know all too well."
