B. Vanderbilt
B. is 32 years old.
She is a member of Vanderbilt.
B. is located in London at The Red Papaya.
B. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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| Game: Popmundo |
| Points: 1440 |
| Days Active: 2292 days |
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What Remains, She Inherits - II
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“She’s not alone, Mom” he said softly. “I’m holding her hand. So can you please drop it now?” Despite everything—their endless bickering, the distance, the resentment—Blair wanted to cry. Or laugh. Or both. “Yeah, but you’re not her husband, are you? She could’ve had someone with her. Someone who’d cherish that baby the way you did with Marcela. But no. Her stupid decision to not be with anyone else after that guy.”
If Blair hadn’t been swimming in morphine and exhaustion, she would’ve said his name. She would’ve whispered it like a confession. Elliott. But the drugs kept her anchored to the bed, her body heavy and her tongue thick. Instead, she just lay there, silent and still, a puppet with cut strings—except this puppet had just given birth to another one.
“We can’t force her to love someone else just because you want her to” Noah said, sharper now. Of course he understood. Noah was just like her—an idiot who had loved once and decided that was enough for a lifetime. Except his story had worked out. Their mother sighed. Blair felt fingers, soft and trembling, brush through her hair, but she couldn’t tell whose they were. “I just wanted things to be better for her” her mother whispered. “Not this, Noah. Not seeing her so lonely in a hospital room, with no one to support her. To love her.”
Blair swallowed hard. A lump caught in her throat. Her mother was right—no one loved her that way. Not anymore. Not the way she wanted.
But she would love someone.
She already did.
Her heart softened, aching and full all at once. She thought of her baby—tiny, warm, and perfect—and knew that kind of love would be enough.
Elle.
The name echoed in her mind, delicate and certain.
Elle Grace.
A name born of everything she had lost, and everything she still hoped her daughter would find.
A name that was both a replacement and a tribute—to what she had loved, and what she wanted her child to have.
Posted 11/2/2025, 7:00 AM
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