Masks, Celia quickly found out as she weaved her way through a crowded room, were not your friend when looking discretely for one person in particular. Leave it to Nathalie Kirbey to think up the most childish and annoying theme for a gala and set it into motion. While Celia’s whole life usually revolved around masks and smoke and mirrors, she simply didn’t have time for it at the moment. The Gossip Girl blasts were the least of her worries, nothing she’d done would be getting out if it wasn’t on her own terms, that she knew for sure. It was Bishop’s recent lapse in judgement that she was betting would make the blog sooner rather than later. Secrets were flying left and right and while that little piece of information may not be displayed for all to see tonight, Celia couldn’t imagine it would take long before it popped up on every iPhone in Manhattan.
Which was why she needed to find Bishop. Humiliation wasn’t something she took to lightly and if word did get out, Celia refused to let Bishop think it was the first time she was hearing about it. Secrets were her greatest weapon and Celia Santos always had the upper hand. And anyway, it was about time he stopped brooding and started obsessing over her again.
After some searching it was easy enough to find him, his strong build all to familiar to her. It gave her the greatest sense of satisfaction that she could make such a large man bend at her every will. The thought brought an easy smile to her features as she approached him, batting her eyelashes. The picture of innocence. “You look lonely. I’m simply shocked you haven’t sought out Chessie Abernathy to come keep you company. You know she’d jump at the opportunity.”
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