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chapter fifty-five. the empire strikes jack
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They say the clothes make the man, but who makes the clothes? On the Upper East Side, it's Eleanor Waldorf, and we hear her new line is to die for.
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THE VEXATION THAT Victoria owned towards her little sister, remained after a week sorely passed. There was hardly any need for it to disappear, especially after her opening night into the art world was ruined by the rebellious antics the Jenny Humphrey possessed. Nate encouraged for Victoria to forgive and forget, but it was hard to forget considering that the night she wanted to spend with family and friends had left her alone, and only with the comfort of Miles Hawthorne. Each time Nate suggested the thought of forgiving Jenny, Victoria would scold, her thinned brows arching and her arms crossing over her chest rather toddler like. Oh, she was more than stubborn. Her stubbornness left her avoiding her youngest sibling, making sure that their paths didn't cross until the fury of her rage settled within the pit of her stomach. It was ok for her to still be angry, Dan reassured it profusely.
But the thing was, the rage that Victoria possessed didn't simply settle. No, no. It remained rather strongly, too. For all of her life, she had truly been the middle child, where the youngest and the eldest had the attention of their parents. And the one night where she could've been the star of the show, it was torn from her by a child very much capable of having a firm head on her shoulders. Victoria didn't know the capability of her anger, which caused her fear of stepping out of the elevator incase it came to her crossing paths of Jenny Humphrey.
The heels of her black leathered boots cautiously stepped out of the elevator, following slowly behind Nate as he pushed the stroller into the Van der Woodsen penthouse. Her caution had been noticed by Riven as he sat on the arm of the cream fabric couch, with Serena standing between his legs while his arms were secured around her waist. "Jenny is not here." He announced and donated a firm reassurance that eased Victoria into her father's home. "You just missed her."
Rufus peeked out from the kitchen, his hands drying on a kitchen towel from having reached into the sink to wash a couple plates he used for prepping brunch. "Yeah, and she misses you."
Victoria's eyes carelessly rolled. "Good to know." She dismissed and shrugged her wool coat off of her back. Nate held out his hand for her coat to hang up causing her kind smile. "Thanks." She abruptly turned back to her father as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. "I wouldn't know how to celebrate Dan and Vanessa finally getting together with her sister across from me at the breakfast table."
Rufus took a sharp glance towards Riven and Serena, they had begun to crowd around Victoria, as they only realised that vexation didn't simply drift away. "You're really mad at her, huh?" Her father questioned.
