"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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There are few things grander than turning eighteen but on the Upper East Side it's an event to mark the ages, especially when the birthday girl is none other than Ophelia Waldorf-Huntington. Sure, in normal American society everything becomes legal at twenty-one but when you've spent the last few years indulging in what the adult life has to offer it's certainly a call of relief when everything is now above board... somewhat.
"Happy birthday!!". The voices of those closest to her startled Ophelia awake with a gasp, sitting up in her bed she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands as the voices repeated themself once more. "What time is it?". The ravenette grumbled as she finally let her eyes adjust to the light around her. "7am. Breakfast is on the table ready." Margaret informed as the heiress spun her head to the side in shock. "Mom? Dad? Spence!".
Without warning all three family members jumped on the bed and enveloped Ophelia in a massive embrace causing a round of laughter to fill the room around her. "I didn't know you were here." The heiress admitted, not remembering hearing any of them come home last night. "Do you think we'd miss our little girl's birthday?". Michael teased, placing a kiss on his daughter's cheek before sitting back again. "I just thought you were too busy." Ophelia shared, remembering the previous birthday's one or both of her parents had missed out on due to their work. "It's your 18th kiddo. We wouldn't be anywhere else. Now get changed and come join us."
With another kiss on the cheek from both of her parents and an embrace from her older brother the adults left Ophelia to get dressed for the day. Standing from her bed the heiress made her away across the room and into her wardrobe, pausing in front of her mirror for a moment she took a deep breath and found herself speaking. "I'm 18... fuck."
Deciding on a lace trim ruffle baby blue midi dress and a pair of white stiletto heels for her special day the heiress took a little under ten minutes to come out of her bedroom, deciding on doing her makeup and hair after breakfast. "That dress is gorgeous, please tell me it's a OWH original." Margaret mused as her daughter walked out of her bedroom. "You'll be pleased to hear, it is." Ophelia gushed, stepping into her mother's outstretched arms.
"Most families usually give their child a car on their 18th birthday, but you already have a driver." Michael joked as the entire family dove onto breakfast. "Besides I don't think anyone should trust El to drive." Spencer teased causing his little sister to throw a croissant his way. "Just because you failed you driving test on the first go." Ophelia snapped back. "Says the girl who tried to bribe the instructor." "Like you've never bribed anyone. Isn't that how all your relationships start?".
"Play nice kids." Margaret laughed at the bickering before turning back to her husband to continue speaking. "As I was saying. Yes, we obviously have the skyline to sign over to you in full today, but we also thought it would be nice if you took an all expenses paid trip to the Bahamas with your friends once school is out." Ophelia's squeals cut off the rest of her father's speech, jumping up she wrapped her arms around her parent's shoulders and muttered a string of thank you's whilst continuing to bounce up and down. "Bahamas!!".
