Socialite Bridget Swann was the perfect cover for Gossip, a goddess who had become incredibly bored with her machinations of late. Of course, she was powerful--more powerful than she could ever recollect being. Still, humans had less to lose in this century than those long past. Now one only had to fear a drop in popularity rather than a loss of their head. It was sad, really. Gossip longed for the fear and bloodshed she had once caused with a simple untrue statement.
Now she often had to amuse herself with insincerity and turns of phrase, but neither damaged her victims like they used to. What was the point of wreaking havoc when people had less to lose? Gossip had decided that something had to be done, and quickly, before she withered away out of boredom.
Dressed to kill in a Vivienne Westwood dress and an expensive pair of Louboutins, Bridget perused the shops along Fifth Avenue, debating on what she should wear to an upcoming social event. Nothing too flashy--although she adored positive attention, she wanted the focus to be elsewhere tonight. Once she had picked out something tasteful, then the real fun could begin. She needed to formulate a plan to cause as much destruction as possible...and only with a few words.