The queen is dead, long live the queen. Little J might have thought she could step into Blair Waldorf's shoes and steal her throne, but the trouble with creating a power vacuum is that someone else might just take over before you do.
We hear war's been declared and Serena van der Woodsen is leading the charge against Brooklyn. Cornering J in the rec room this afternoon, S made it more than clear that this socialite doesn't go down without a fight, even if B does. The more things change, the more they stay the same, islanders. As for me, I remain constant as ever. You know you love me.
[Set to the afternoon of December 19th.]