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Special shout-out to CaffieneMyLove and Syeda1009 for being so considerate and really helping to push me to get this chapter out. I appreciate your kind words and enthusiasm more than you could possibly know🤍

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EARLY TW: SEXUAL CONTENT


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"Blair liked to think of herself as a hopeless romantic in the style of old movie actresses like Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. She was always coming up with plot devices for the movie she was starring in at the moment - the movie that was her life."

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[November, Blairs Birthday Party]

Blair Waldorf had been obsessed with classic Hollywood cinema since she was a child.

Harold Waldorf had shown her 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' for the first time when she was just five years old and despite not understanding most of the mature themes she was immediately fascinated by Audrey Hepburn's on-screen presence and became swept away by the glamour and romance that was at the forefront of all the great movies of this time.

The content of these movies was, in most cases, far beyond her maturity-level but that never stopped Blair from trying her best to emulate them.

Some of her earliest memories were of her stomping around in Eleanor's oversized heels, long pearls hanging from her neck as she would reenact some of the iconic scenes from Tiffanys, Casablanca, It Happened One Night, and of course, Roman Holiday. Her imagination ran wild and she had a ball escaping to her make-believe worlds. She could play her own leading lady and imagine her handsome leading man so easily and playing pretend became her absolute favorite thing to do.

Once she played out a specific movie too much and found herself growing bored, she'd find yet another new movie to introduce herself too and would be swept away all over again, but as she got older she grew tired of playing pretend. She wanted an actual leading man to take center stage in her life, a la George Peppard or Carey Grant.

And it just so happened that Nate Archibald fit the bill.
Nate had always been a cute kid, but as puberty hit and he grew into a young man he became devastatingly handsome in the exact way that old Hollywood actors were. Blair knew this would be the case and had snagged onto Nate at a fairly young age. He was everything her younger-self had hoped and wished for and she thought for sure her days of playing out movies in her head were far beyond her. She didn't need to pretend, her life was a movie now. She was popular, pretty, rich, and had the most beautiful boy on the Upper East Side to call hers.

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