#sage e

They say patience is a virtue, but in 2026, the slow burn between Brandon and Sage is starting to look less like a romantic dance and more like a test of public endurance. There is a very specific, deeply agonizing breed of chemistry where two people clearly belong in the same headline, yet insist on dragging out the prologue for as long as humanly possible. While the rest of the city is moving at the speed of light, these two seem content to just hover on the edge of something spectacular.

You’re completely losing your mind from the sidelines, Anonymous, and honestly? The entire Upper East Side is right there with you. Demanding that they "go and date already" isn't just a casual observation—it's a public service announcement. In a town built on flash-in-the-pan flings and instant gratification, watching Brandon and Sage circle each other without making a definitive move is nothing short of psychological torture for the gossip-hungry masses.

Are they genuinely trying to keep it low-key, are they locked in a stubborn game of romantic chicken, or do they just enjoy knowing exactly how much power they hold over our collective curiosity? In a generation where everything is immediately put on display, keeping a potential power-couple dynamic strictly behind closed doors is the ultimate tease.

Stop stalling and give the people what they want, you two. Before someone else decides to step into the frame and break up the match before it even officially begins.

You know you love me.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

Sage Edwards turning a pedestrian nuisance into her personal runway at 11:13 AM, proving that the best accessory for a street side catcall is a sub-zero stare.

Some guy tried his luck in the middle of the pavement, throwing out the ancient line that a woman that gorgeous shouldn’t be walking around alone. Sage barely even broke her stride, delivering a look cold enough to freeze hell over before clicking away in her heels like she owned the concrete beneath her.

But the real chatter among the bystanders wasn't about the guy's bruised ego—it was about Sage's absolute radiance. Tipsters are reporting she is looking genuinely glowing lately, sparking a flurry of whispers about whether she had a little secret work done or if she's just naturally blessed.

Plastic perfection or a heavenly glow? In this neighborhood, looking that good is a weapon, and Sage clearly knows how to use it to keep the peasants at bay. Keep strutting, Sage; a high-profile glow always draws a crowd, and you can bet I'll be watching to see what—or who—is keeping you so bright.

The Sighting... 11:13 AM.

The Treatment... The ultimate cold shoulder.

The Speculation... A secret cosmetic upgrade or pure genetics?.

xoxo, Gossip Girl 💋

Sage and Tucker. One cannot deny that visually, they make quite the striking pair. Two people who clearly take great care of their appearance, walking into a room and looking like they stepped straight out of a fashion editorial. The physical chemistry is undeniable, I suppose. They certainly know how to look good together.

Whether it is friendship or something more, well, that remains to be seen. But I must say, if they ever decided to make it official, it would hardly be an eyesore. Some combinations are just naturally pleasing to the eye, aren't they? Though I do hope for your sake, sweetie, that they hurry up and make a move before you explode from anticipation.

You know you love me.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

Intelligence and taste don’t always travel together. Being a neurosurgeon means she knows the brain—clearly not the heart. Flirting with Brandon isn’t proof that opposites attract, it’s proof that even the smartest people make baffling choices when ego gets involved.

Scalpels sharp, standards questionable.