The guests have arrived, the jazz music is playing, the drinks are flowing -- And the party is in full swing. Guests of the Masquerade have their masks to hide their identity, but it quite save them from the truth. In the brief moment the band pauses their music before beginning the next song, a faint noise is heard. Ping. Within seconds, it continues, growing louder and louder -- From pockets, to the cloakroom, and everywhere in between. Ping. Ping. Ping. It’s enough to ruffle a few feathers, confusion abundant as nearly each member of the party reaches for their phones as the band begins again. As each member opens the message, gasps fill the room.
Hey, Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl here.
TROUBLE? MEET YOUR MAKER.











