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[indent]New year resolutions often come in all shapes and sizes. Some only want to start anew and others want to lose that extra five pounds before they plunge themselves into the big slice of vice pie. For a select few, on the other hand, it’s something much different. 

Let me start with the Bubbly Blonde, Miss [color=6c9b8f]Annalise Arnette[/color], the princess who only wishes amity between her friends and to live vicariously through them. That’s an ambition worth respecting, but is it really all this one has to offer the world? Maybe she desires something deep down that not even she isn’t aware of.

Oh well, perhaps hoping for the budding sparks between two of the many newest additions to the Upper East Side, [color=d40000]Harvey Rayner[/color] and Guilty Until Proven Innocent,  [color=a5bddc]Ophelia Bergman[/color] could give the Sweetheart of Columbia the thrills she’s been seeking. Or maybe newcomer Yousef could raise a few bars of the intrigue meter long enough to throw Atypical Anna a bone that’ll give her more than just the [i]Anna[/i]mated default setting.

But what about the colorful personalities of the “less fortunate” that still managed to work their way into the fold? I am, of course, speaking about those who are the outsiders. One is [color=crimson]Samantha Kingsley[/color]. Sure, she's just a waitress who may have had a run-in with the King of the West Coast, [color=dodgerblue]Alexandros Mossos[/color], but she had a very interesting Meet-And-Greet with Miranda Prestley’s personal IT guy, a one [color=778899]Grayson Moyer[/color] (not to be confused with Dick Grayson, the fictional character). Grayson is [i]very[/i] real and sparks might’ve flown between them. Though the [i]real[/i] mystery isn’t how they managed to meet, but what they said right before dear old Sami had to get back to the [i]schmucks[/i] she was hired to serve.

But I wonder if she went back and pursued one of the other men of mystery that were coming out of the woodwork this evening... There were some high profile sightings, such as [color=69698f]Richard Davis[/color], the son of the not-Donald-Trump mogul and his seemingly best friend and fellow womanizer, the Italian Stallion, a one Alexandros Mossos. These two were spotted fraternizing with almost a dozen women in just an hour. There has been no duo more impressive than those two. If you know of one, you know where to reach me. I can wait.

One thing I can’t wait for is the sequel to The Mossos Missions, a temporary title DarkStalker666 gave to the simultaneous expedition that both Alexandros Mossos and his twin sister, [color=mediumturquoise]Ava[/color], went on. While the Italian Man of Mystery dove right into the beehive  and managed to catch the attention of Queen Bee herself, [color=deeppink]Audrey Huntsberg[/color], famed granddaughter of the known-uptight Miranda Priestly, Ava was busy going from one circle to the next, trying to find a corner that didn’t seem to have traces of the entitled, silver-spoon-fed community that she, ironically, was a part of. According to my little birds, the little princess was spotted leaving the party shortly after the midnight celebration with what looked like the backside of someone of a similar frame. Identity currently unknown.

This was a night meant to be full of equal shares of laughter and fun, but for the majority of those who were in attendance, it proved to be more stressful than fun.

To those who managed to go undetected, congratulations! You rang in the new year under my radar. Enjoy the bliss for as long as you can. In a city where I have eyes and ears everywhere, it’s only a matter of time before you’re the center of attention. And to those mentioned here, let me be the first one to wish you a Happy New Year. I sincerely hope you enjoyed the moment of bliss because, as of this very moment, I am putting you on notice. Whatever skeletons you have buried in your closet and whatever you don’t wish for me to find out, that will be my new year's resolution.
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[indent]Compared to the Priestly New Years Eve party that was hosted at the Cross Hotel, the rest of the week was a dud. Even this website, tabloid blog known as Gossip Girl taking an interest to the teens didn’t have much bearing on how the Mossos family went about their business for the rest of the week. Just because it was a new year and had ended in traditional fashion that they were used to, business resumed as usual.  

While Baltazar and Adrianna were busy preparing the new Mossos building for an open just at the end of the month, Alexandros and Ava had taken it upon themselves to ready for their new school. They scouted it when they could. Some days, it was together(only because they didn’t have anything else to do) and others it was alone. Regardless of who they were or weren’t with or which did it was, father time would not wait for them because, before long, it had been a full week since the party, and they were in the town car that had been waiting for them since before they woke up.

As soon as the siblings got in, it would take off, going through the busy streets of Upper Manhattan as they were on their way to Columbia University. It became apparent that the car ride would take a while since traffic had been backed up.

[color=mediumturquoise]“Un-fucking-believable.”[/color] Ava suddenly said.

Alexandros didn’t bother to look over to his darling sister. [color=dodgerblue]“What happened this time?”[/color]

He waited for her to respond, but there was nothing for a very long moment. Finally, after she had decided to raise her head from the view of her phone, Ava gave Alexandros her typical nasty expression. [color=mediumturquoise]“Nothing you need to be concerned with.”[/color]

Well, excuse me for being a caring brother. [color=dodgerblue]“Fine. I guess we’ll just sit here in silence as the car moves one mile per hour.”[/color]

[color=mediumturquoise]“Uh huh.” [/color]

Though Ava said something back to him, he could tell that whatever she was looking at on her phone was more important than having a conversation with her own twin brother. He didn’t want to say he was offended, but they were obviously going to be stuck in traffic for at least the next hour, so anything was better than the silence. Plus, annoying her was one of the few joys that came with being her brother.

So he would try several times to get her attention. He mentioned everything from what classes she had to how rumors were circulating from a few sources he had throughout the Upper East Side that claimed to spot Ava leaving a 21+ club with Liz Ainsworth. That, however, wasn’t met with anything more than her overused “Uh huh” response. 

After a few dozen, failed attempts, Alexandros did something he wasn’t typically known for: he admitted defeat. He waved the white flag, not that Ava would notice. She was too damn busy tapping away at her phone to even notice that he said the three, golden words that she would have killed to hear. “You win, Ava.” He knew that whatever had her attention on her phone was more interesting than anything ALex had to say.

Oh well. Her loss.

To pass the time, Alexandros decided to take a page out of Ava’s book and take to his phone until they arrived. He wouldn’t even notice how traffic picked up finally as he scrolled through some of his social media sites. His motivation was to see what mediocre headlines were at the top of his newsfeed. It was more of the same thing: some stupid, American politician causing waves on The Hill here, a school shooting there, and the latest victim of some meaningless, Hollywood sexual abuse scandal. It was a bit uneventful. 

He grew bored of social media, so Alexandros had made the decision to check out this site Gossip Girl that had been making itself known by targeting the socialites of the Upper East Side. On the front page, it was raving about some high schoolers causing waves. There had been some occasional mentions about the New Years party last week, but unsurprisingly, it was old news. Still, Alexandros found himself intrigued. Someone who went under his radar for so long could be causing such large ripples in a society of those who were supposedly all friends surely had his attention.

He leaned back into his seat, smiling as he kept scrolling. Eventually, after a while, their Chauffeur, [url=https://i.imgur.com/FxdnCS7.jpg]Anatoli[/url] spoke, “we’re here, honorary children!”

[color=dodgerblue]“Honorary children, huh? Did my father tell you to say that, Tony?” [/color]Alexandros chuckled.

“He thought you’d get a laugh out of it. Personally, I found it a bit retarded, but your father sure loves his jokes.” Anatoli sighed, taking a moment to appreciate the view of the vast campus.

Alexandros prepared to get out of the car, but Ava had already beat him to the punch. She didn’t even bother thanking Tony for the ride. She just grabbed her bag and jetted out of the car. Only after rushing his own exit did Alexandros see her running in a hurried sprint. He was equally curious and concerned about what got into her all of a sudden.

“Is she okay?”

[color=dodgerblue]“That’s what I intend to find out.”[/color] Alexandros walked past the driver's side, though he stopped. He pulled out a few extra bills and handed it to Tony. [color=dodgerblue]“Here, for the trouble of driving us all the way here and dealing with Ava’s moods.”[/color]

“You’re too generous sometimes. I outta take you to one of my poker games.”

[color=dodgerblue]“One of these days.”[/color] Alexandros gave Tony a smile, seeing him drive away.

Adjusting his jacket, Alexandros decided to put Ava’s strange behavior on the back burner for now. He was to start his first official day at Columbia University today. This was an important moment for him. He had to look presentable. His first steps were the most important. And as he did, he kept one, singular thought in mind as he passed the gazing eyes of his fellow Columbiaites: you are the most dazzling person on this campus and all eyes are on you. 

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