Heiress ∣ Nate Archibald

Reversals of Fortune

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Welcome back, Upper East Siders. After a long, hot summer away, I see it didn't take much time for you to dirty up the clean slates I gave you. My inbox is overflowing so let's get to the good stuff, shall we? 
Spotted: Chuck Bass up to his old tricks. Poor B, I guess nothing good lasts forever.
As for a certain leggy blonde by a Hamptons pool looks like Serena left big shoes to fill and someone finds them the perfect fit.

Touching down in a private helicopter Ophelia and Nate remained lip locked, desperate to enjoy the last remnants of their summer until they were thrown back into the chaos of the real world. "Ugh, I don't want to be back." The heiress groaned when the flight attendants opened the helicopter door to signal their time was up. "Hey, it's a good thing the flight attendants dim the cabin lights over the Atlantic." Nate teased, his arm securely around his girlfriend's waist as they walked down the runway. "We're back on our own turf now and you can make sure I plan on making the most of it." The Archibald flirted, his eyes barely leaving that of his girlfriend's relaxed posture. "Your place or mine?". Ophelia joined in, not wanting to return to her duties just yet. "How about ours?".

Wondering about our resident royal couple? Word has it they spent the summer lapping up the sun and each other. Ophelia Waldorf-Huntington was rarely spotted without her posse let alone without Nathaniel Archibald. Who would've guessed they'd survive a summer.
As for Serena van der Woodsen, you left America a star. But after your exploits in Europe, you've come back a supernova. Yet nothing explodes without a fuse. I wonder what, or who, lit yours.

"Wait a minute, you and Bree Buckley? As in the Vanderbilt's enemies Buckley?". Ophelia questioned, sitting at the dining room table with her brother opposite of her as they indulged in a returning breakfast. "I didn't know her last name okay, simply that she was a good-looking young woman." Spencer tried to argue, ensuring he kept his mouth busy with a piece of toast, not wanting to give away anything he wasn't meant too. "Nate is going to have a field day, he's already on the outs with his family after he bailed on the mayor's internship and now you of all people are mingling with the Buckley's?". The heiress groaned, doing her best not to focus on the potential fallout coming their way if her brother kept this interest up. 

"I've gotta go meet the girls so we can go shopping for an outfit for the polo event tomorrow. Please, keep your hands to yourself whilst I'm gone." Ophelia reiterated, taking note of her unusually quiet brother upon her request. "I won't call her. Not that I could anyway, she didn't give me her number." Spencer complained, doing an awful job at convincing his sister that he'd stay out of trouble. "Spence, please. Nate and I are in a good place, don't blow his family's trust on some girl." The heiress sympathized, knowing it had been a while since her brother was interested in anyone and yet the one girl he found was the Vanderbilt's political enemy. "Okay, I won't. I promise." Spencer caved in, resuming his breakfast with his newfound glee removed from sight.