Gossip Girl

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I love you, Dan Humphrey.

Serena...

I really hope we can talk later.

Charlie! I'm sorry. I thought you were Charlotte Rhodes.

I am, yeah. People call me "Lola."

And you are?

Looking for a different Charlotte Rhodes.

If they ever found out the truth about the real Charlotte Rhodes,

they would never forgive me.

I'm, uh...

Nate Archibald. Yeah.

I worked your office Christmas party, remember?

"A true American princess"? "The next Diana"?

If this is supposed to be her happiest day,

then I can't wait to rain all over her parade.

Why do you need this?

What's the point of doing something scandalous

if you don't record it?

Of course I love you, Chuck.

I've always loved you.

I love you more and more every day,

if it's even possible to love someone that much.

From this moment forward, there is nothing between us

but a contract.

Our marriage is all for show,

and you're going to put on the best damn show

anyone ever has.

This was the only car with the keys in it.

It's fine. Just go.

You know you love me...

Everyone wants their wedding to be perfect.

But on the Upper East Side,

perfect isn't good enough.

Although some disasters

can't be avoided.

Excuse me. Have you seen the bride?

No. Sorry.

Rufus, mom, hey, do you guys know where Blair is?

No, I've not seen her since the newlyweds' last dance.

And where have you been, young lady?

Your mother and I have been showing off our moves

on the dance floor, and you and Dan should join us.

Oh, that sounds great, except I have to find Blair.

All right, suit yourself.

Hey.

Hi. Eleanor, do you know where Blair is?

I haven't been able to track her down.

Oh, I'm sure she and Louis are off having a private moment

to let it all soak in before making their grand exit.

Okay.

Serena?

Blair seems happy, doesn't she, with Louis?

Of course. I mean, she--she loves Louis,

and she's a princess now.

Mm.

So you know, as soon as that soaks in,

I'm sure she'll be beyond happy.

I hope so.

That's all I want-- is for her to be happy.

I hope she knows that.

I'm sure she does.

Enjoy.

Thank you for coming.

I'll tell Blair you said good-bye.

Oh, I was worried you left for your honeymoon already.

Oh. Please tell me you know where Blair is.

I, uh, I believe she went to the powder room to freshen up.

Okay, I-I won't keep her long.

I know you guys have to leave soon.

Okay.

But no matter how you might plan for perfection,

there's always a hitch.

Blair confessing her love for Chuck at her own wedding

is the best thing to happen to "Gossip Girl" in years.

So this is the big scandal you wanted?

Not quite. Blair still married the twerp.

But she left the reception early. Something's wrong.

I just have to figure out what it is.

Right now?

Aren't you exhausted?

On the contrary.

I've never felt more invigorated.

I can't find Blair anywhere.

I checked every stall in the building.

Did you check her room upstairs?

Three times. I even had security look at the roof.

Why would she be on the roof?

I don't know.

Maybe I've seen "The Hangover" too many times.

It just-- it doesn't make sense.

Why isn't she dancing with her dads

or saying "good night"s with Louis?

I can't believe she had me keep her phone for her.

Security at the Empire. Hello?

What?

Oh, it's... it's fine. I'll be right there.

It appears our question's been answered.

Blair's at my place.

You must be pretty desperate to flirt with me

by doing manual labor.

What? This isn't flirting.

I've always wanted to load a catering van.

One more thing to cross off my bucket list, right?

Nate, what are you doing down here?

Oh, I'm just lending a hand.

These things are heavier than you think.

Pretty desperate, Nathaniel,

although it looks worth it.

Just so you know, Blair left without telling anyone

and fled to the Empire.

We're headed over there now to find out what happened.

Arthur should be here by now.

I told him to pull the car around back

so nobody would see us leave.

Oh, you could be waiting a while.

The bride and groom are supposed to be leaving

since there are photographers everywhere.

Traffic is a mess out front.

Luckily, this lets out onto a side street,

so I can take the van out that way and avoid the mess.

Look like we might need your van.

Or maybe we can ask nicely for her to give us a ride?

Please, it's-- it's for the bride.

She's run away from her own wedding

without telling anyone,

and we just need to find her

and make sure she's okay.

I know that you don't know us--

Wait. The princess is a runaway bride?

And you guys are going to look for her?

Yeah, I'm so in. I'll--I'll drive.

Great. Thank you so much.

What? I'm worried about Blair, too.

Thank you for coming.

Merci.

Merci beaucoup.

Bonsoir.

Mother.

Keep smiling. Pretend that everything is fine.

Why? What's going on?

People wish to bid farewell to the happy couple,

and I'm hearing that your bride is nowhere to be found.

Maybe you should tell me what is going on.

I was so angry. I couldn't wait.

What did you tell her?

Everything we discussed.

That after humiliating me,

she will be my wife in name only.

What were you thinking?

The press is outside awaiting your departure,

and there are hundreds of guests here.

This is why I told you to wait.

Blair needs to be by your side this instant.

I fear she may have left.

The reception is winding down.

I will tell the press

that the happy couple have slipped out back.

In the meantime, I'll find out if Eleanor

knows where her daughter is.

Prince Louis may not have been left at the altar,

but the honeymoon appears to be over before it begins.

Blair?

Hey, guys. Beautiful wedding, huh?

What have you done with Blair?

Nothing, except tell the dumbest member

of your security team that I was her.

Sorry. I had to get your attention somehow.

This is Georgina Sparks.

She's pretty much the worst person you'll ever meet,

so just avoid eye contact at all times.

Georgina, what are you up to?

Why do you always assume my motives are nefarious?

Well... look, I felt bad for filming the video,

and I'm trying.

So when I saw Blair hightail it out of the reception

without her frog prince, I knew I had to help.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Here's hoping.

You saw Blair leave? Where was she going?

I don't know.

But if you want to find her,

I was the last person to lay eyes on her,

so you're going to need my help.

Looks like everyone wants to know

where the royal bride ran to,

but will they find her in time?

I-I don't understand. The Dominican Republic?

Louis may not agree to a divorce here in the states,

but... I think I can get one there without his consent.

Well, was researching divorce law

part of your wedding prep?

Because that should have been your first sign.

Elizabeth Taylor got her fourth divorce there.

There's some weird loophole in the law

where you don't need the groom.

Or maybe they just take bribes.

Either way, I'll figure it out when I get there.