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''Au revoir, grand-mère, I'll see you next summer.''
She chuckles softly against her phone. ''I love you too. Baisers.'' She pulls away her BlackBerry device from her ear and ends the call. A happily sigh falls from her lips, a generous smile conquering her features at the sight of her driver opening the door to the back of the limousine for her.
''Thank you, Charles.''
He bops his head. ''Bien sûr, Ms. Noir.''
Not another moment later after she climbed into her seat, did her phone chime a Gossip Girl blast. She couldn't help but think to herself, of course. One positive outcome for spending the summer in France, Victoria Ange Noir was completely cut off from the schemes and deceitful extortion's.
As the last final days of Summer come to an end, leave it to our queen, B, Blair Waldorf to intuit these final days to be worth wild. Can you guess what type of party this is? I'll give you a hint. Seventeen year olds who are in this years senior class. That's right, there's nothing better than a back to school party. Let's see if this ending could turn into the start of something new.
With a small, subtle motion of shaking her head, Victoria slides her phone back into her black leather Micheal Kors clutch. Her gaze alters towards the window, the view of the sky high buildings, moving cars and people passing her by.
Manhattan was a busy place. The city was like a loud and long scream that goes on from night and day. Though, there are small parts in this city that you get to hide away from, where it doesn't sound like a loud and long scream.
Those small and quiet corners are the spots Victoria most appreciates in this world. It's usually within the midst of all the most exquisite and remarkable moments she always marks.
She likes to travel roof top to roof top during the midnight hour whenever she's stressing over an upcoming test or helping her parent's by making an indecisive decision for the family company.
She'd dressed a pair of Lemon Lulu leggings, a regular black tank top and a black and white pair of Nike running shoes, jumping towards the closes roof top that isn't from a far distance.
She knows she's found a spot when she reaches an unreachable jump and has no choice but to remain in place. Then, she'll take a seat and watches over the nightly traffic.
Traffic was always consistent in New York. It doesn't matter what time of day it was. Based off of the many people that live in the city, it was always rush hour in the mix of Taxi cabs, New York City transport buses, limos and all sorts of other vehicles.
