Mask It All

She's spent the last few months, living it up in Paris. She's spent the last twelve years of her life moving from one rich city to the next. Living the life of luxury, dining in five star restaurants, having an abundance of branded clothes that would be able to fill a whole New York City penthouse suite, and the best of the best of anything she desired at her every beck and call. And yet, money and prestige can only get you so much.

Blair was your average spoilt rich brat, making fun of those who are less fortunate than her, taking opportunities from those who deserve it, spending her mother's money on cars, clothes, jewellery, alcohol, etc. She's never lifted a perfect manicured finger to do a single thing. Blair didn't have friends, she had followers. Those who worshipped her and did anything she asked, almost like slaves. Her cold, lifeless heart didn't beat for anyone but herself, never a smile on her perfect face. Blair was gorgeous, there was no doubt, she's said to have gotten it from her father, whoever the hell that is. It's said that Blair is so distant and vile due to the fact that her father left her with less money, but that's just one of the many rumours about Blair Torrello.