"Serena!" she screeches. "It's always going to go back to her, isn't it? You're always going to pick her over me," she accuses him, her voice catching on the tears that she is fighting so furiously against.
Slowly, Dan picks himself up from his chair and rounds the table to stand before her. "Blair," he says calmly, gripping her arms, "You are the
(
Read more... )