''Au revoir, grand-mère, I'll see you next summer.''

She chuckles softly against her phone. ''I love you too. Baisers.'' She pulls away her BlackBerry device from her ear and ends the call. A happily sigh falls from her lips, a generous smile conquering her features at the sight of her driver opening the door to the back of the limousine for her.

''Thank you, Charles.''

He bops his head. ''Bien sûr, Ms. Noir.''

Not another moment later after she climbed into her seat, did her phone chime a Gossip Girl blast. She couldn't help but think to herself, of course. One positive outcome for spending the summer in France, Victoria Ange Noir was completely cut off from the schemes and deceitful extortion's.

As the last final days of Summer come to an end, leave it to our queen, B, Blair Waldorf to intuit these final days to be worth wild. Can you guess what type of party this is? I'll give you a hint. Seventeen year olds who are in this years senior class. That's right, there's nothing better than a back to school party. Let's see if this ending could turn into the start of something new.

With a small, subtle motion of shaking her head, Victoria slides her phone back into her black leather Micheal Kors clutch. Her gaze alters towards the window, the view of the sky high buildings, moving cars and people passing her by. 

Manhattan was a busy place. The city was like a loud and long scream that goes on from night and day. Though, there are small parts in this city that you get to hide away from, where it doesn't sound like a loud and long scream.

Those small and quiet corners are the spots Victoria most appreciates in this world. It's usually within the midst of all the most exquisite and remarkable moments she always marks.

She likes to travel roof top to roof top during the midnight hour whenever she's stressing over an upcoming test or helping her parent's by making an indecisive decision for the family company.

She'd dressed a pair of Lemon Lulu leggings, a regular black tank top and a black and white pair of Nike running shoes, jumping towards the closes roof top that isn't from a far distance.

She knows she's found a spot when she reaches an unreachable jump and has no choice but to remain in place. Then, she'll take a seat and watches over the nightly traffic.

Traffic was always consistent in New York. It doesn't matter what time of day it was. Based off of the many people that live in the city, it was always rush hour in the mix of Taxi cabs, New York City transport buses, limos and all sorts of other vehicles.

''We're here, Ms. Noir,'' Charles Arnon, her driver announced from the driver seat.

Victoria helps herself out from the backseat, she closes the door behind her and looks up at the building towering over her. Noir Resort, owned by the one and only Ange Noir family. It's a hotel run by her parent's many years even before Victoria was born.

''Does it feel good to be home?'' Charles questions with a soft smile as he re-approached Victoria after gathering her luggage from the trunk of the vehicle.

She cocks her head to the side and exhales deeply. ''As good as home can get, I suppose.'' She turns to Charles and mirrors his smile.

''It's good to have you home, Ms. Noir.''

''Thank you, Charles. I appreciate your welcome.''

It took the two about five minutes to reach the executive suit Victoria lives in, her parents being head of the household.

''Mom, dad!'' She calls out once she's entered the home. ''I'm home.''

''Ms. Noir,'' Charles softly calls for. He was slouched over the three suitcases she accompanied with her on her way to France this summer. ''Would you like for me to take these to your room?''

Rose Ange Noir's heels were heard clacking against the black yellow wood flooring that could be put into a simpler ash beige shade, matching almost effortlessly against the rustic and cozy furniture as Victoria mumbles a generous, ''That would be lovely. Thank you, Charles.''

She turns around to find her mother in her casual business attire. She was wearing a piece from Seventy Sergio Tegon line of wear; a black solid knee high dress, short sleeve with a round collar, laced on top in the style of trapeze. She matched it off with Louis Vuitton black leather padlock pumps.

''Darling, ugh, come and give me some love,'' She practically squeals at the sight of her daughters appearance.

Her chest heaves into a small melody of chuckles. She bows her head while walking over to her, allowing herself to get tackled into her mother's embrace. She could feel her mother's lips pressing against the shiniest spot of her temple.

''Mwuah!'' She giggles. ''Tell me, how were the gens?''

She pursed her lips and shrugs. ''Still old. Though, I oddly had fun visiting some museums with them.''

She shakes her head. ''I tell your father to stop sending you over there. They only get you to act older than you are.''

''Geez, mom, I'm seventeen, not seventy-'' her features fell into a gape. ''Oh no, have you seen my dentures?''

Rose scrunches her lips to the side and waves her off. ''Haha, very funny, enfant. Now hurry and settle in so you can start getting ready.''

Just as she begin to walk away, Victoria furrows her brows and asks, ''For what?''

Rose turns at the heel of her foot. ''You didn't know? The Waldorf's are hosting a back to school party. Parents are invited to this gathering and we are attending.''

''We don't have to-''

''Absurdité, Vicky,'' She chuckles. ''A Noir invited to a party? It'd be a crime not to show our face.''

She shakes her head almost vigorously. ''What about dad?''

''Won't make it tonight, he's busy in the office,'' She sighs. ''He said it'll take him the whole day to book an event for the hotel so it'll just be us Noir filles hitting the scene.''

Victoria's features twisted into a cringe. ''Mom.''

''Hmm?''

''Never say hitting the scene again,'' She breaks out into a smile. ''Your time is over and mine is just beginning.''

''Darling, don't you have dentures to look for?''

-

''Victoria!''

Blair Waldorf looks aside, equally astonished by the sight of Rose Ange Noir by her side, standing in the name of Waldorf residence.

Victoria Ange Noir never attends a party, no matter what name is the host and or attending. A billionaire who prefers the shadows over the spotlight was always something the young Waldorf was ever curious about.

But not enough to care.

''Ms. Noir,'' She clears her throat. ''It's a pleasure for you both to attend tonight's affair.''

''It's a pleasure to be here, darling,'' Rose smiles warmly whereas Victoria had a brow raised. She may have looked mean on the exterior, but really she was wondering how long it would take before she get her hands on a drink.

''Is Mr. Noir tipping the driver, or-''

Rose bows her head, laughing softly and shakes her head. ''No, sweetheart. He's actually stuck with work so he won't be able to make it tonight.''

She frowns. ''Such a shame.'' It took only the shrug of her shoulders to perceive the faux smile the supposedly gestured friendliness. ''As long as you guys are here, of course. Please, have a good time.''

''Likewise.''

Blair Waldorf had disappeared into the crowd of other seniors and parents that attended this evening, leaving Rose and Victoria by the elevator.

''Well, go ahead, go mingle, charmant,'' Rose encourages, noticing her daughters tense shoulders and observant eyes scanning those in the room. ''Don't let a dress like this go to waste.''

She flattens her lips into a straight line. ''Will do.''

The charming mash up of vintage boho style and fashion forward lace trimmed embroidered frock feature, cold shoulder cut out and flared bell sleeve design white Alice + Olivia dress swayed at her hips as she walks off.

She walks into the kitchen and finds a glass of champagne on the counter aligned with identical glasses filled with precisely the same amount.

She takes one away, decreasing the amount by one less glass and taking a sip.

''Oh my god,'' Laughter was heard. ''The only school party Victoria Ange Noir comes to and it's with her mom.''

Another girl laughs. ''That's so sad.''

Victoria rolls her eyes.

High school was a bitch. Especially prestigious ones filled with egotistical, narcissistic and arrogant teenagers involved in it. A normal public school would have done Victoria just fine, but given her social status, it would have humanely possible for her to balance a normal life when her background was different from everyone else.

She was an elite. Elite's are not normal, every day people. They are the top of the class, and those in the top of class deserve the top of the class.

Though being so entitle to deserving top of the class inputs a little too much air in everyone's ass.

She places the empty glass on the marble counter and reaches for another.

That's when the lights turn off all at once. However, just as the lights turn out, the air conditioning ceased as well.

''That's great,'' She mumbles. She can barely see what's in front of her.

''It's a city wide blackout,'' The vague voice of Blair Waldorf announced from the main room. She slowly follows her voice as she continues to speak. ''But, we have candles. Everything's fine. Now if everyone will just get a drink and a candle, I'm sure the power will be back in a minute.''

A source of light began to illuminate the suit, allowing the guest the ability to see their surroundings. As of right now, Victoria's wishes to sit in a corner and drink the night away was only limited.

Could it get any worse from here?

''Oof!''

Victoria lurched forward in her Valentino Garavani nude, leather caged open toe heel designed with rock studs by the person who bumped into her.

''Oh my god,'' They urgently whisper. ''I'm so sorry.''

''It's fine,'' Victoria breathes out. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and turns around to find the culprit that caused her to trip. It was a brown skin girl with the most gorgeous blue eyes. Her short black locks draped over her sadden features. ''Running around blind, can you even consider that a talent?''

She snickers. ''Sorry, I just really need to get out of here.''

''Let me guess,'' She folds her arms over her chest. ''Parties aren't really your forte?''

She pursed her lips. ''Something like that.''

''I'll head out with you,'' She smiles softly. ''This charade was a mess to begin with. I mean, seriously, parents?''

She giggles curtly.

A lopsided smile grew on Victoria's lips as she walked along side with the stranger who carelessly bumped into her. They stood in front of the elevator, not even daring to press the button with the power being out and what not.

Victoria raised a brow at her continuous habit of biting her lip and her nimble fingers tapping against her leg. Her gaze was invested towards the ground.

''I'm guessing tonight isn't en votre faveur?''

She looks up from the ground with furrowed brows. ''Huh?''

''En votre faveur,'' She tilts her head to the side. ''French for in your favor.''

''Oh,'' She mumbles, looking back down at the ground. ''Sorry. I'm not much bilingual.''

''No,'' She shrugs her shoulders. ''It's my apologies. I've grown up with French being my first language, and usually people I'm acquainted with are familiar with the language.''

She gnaws on her bottom lip. ''Like you said, tonight was a mess to begin with.''

''Anything I can help advise?'' She plumps out her bottom lip into a suggestive pout. ''I like to think I can be a helpful person.''

She scoffs. ''No offense, but I don't really trust people like you.''

She jerks her head back. She can slowly feel her friendly gesture fading by her rude remark. ''Excuse me?''

''You're an Ange Noir,'' She shakes her head. ''You go to one of the best schools with Serena Van Der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf. You all aren't the friendliest people to walk on this Earth.''

''Did you just discriminate me based off of my status?''

She cocks a brow. ''Not just your status. Your status quo.''

That's when the lights turn on.

Victoria stood amazed by the rough encounter while the stranger breathes out a sigh. ''Thank god.'' She turns around, her back facing Victoria while viciously pressing the button.

''Vanessa,'' A voice calls, alarming her attention. Victoria looks over to find Nate Archibald approaching the scene.

He furrows his brows at the raven hair Latina. ''Victoria?''

She raised her hands in self defense. ''Don't mind me. I was just heading over there.''

She walks away from the two and exhales overly dramatically. Her cheeks were blown from her sigh and her eyes widen.

This is why Victoria Ange Noir much rather prefer to spend her nights curled up in bed with a glass of wine while gawking over the newest episode of The Bachelor.