Blair tried to hide her uncharacteristic clumsiness with a tight, artificial cough before moving to the back of the elevator. Confined spaces with Chuck Bass was just inviting trouble, best to put as much distance between them as possible. She smoothed her hair as the elevator began moving upward, refusing to concede that she had clearly lost the battle with her appearance. Chuck was right about one thing, perfection mattered deeply to Blair. She believed firmly that if she just tried hard enough she could have Grace Kelly's charm, Audrey Hepburn's elegance, and Mussolini's iron control over her minions. This series of escalating horrors had shaken, but not weakened, her resolve.
Still, she was in a mood to be nostalgic, and was annoyed that Chuck showed no inclination to play along. "It's just nice having the four of us together," she said with a sniff, finally allowing her hand to drop back to her side. "Even with the addition of interlopers."
Because really, what was Dan if not in the way? At least his little sister had potential, albeit one that Blair would have to dig to find.
"If you think about it, this place was as close as you and Nate ever got to a treehouse," she said almost fondly, alcohol making her sentimental.