Hey! This is the one and only epilogue of Welcome to the Upper East Side. I just wanted to give a shout-out to all my regular reviewers: discoslam, PeaceandCupcakes, star, kana117, cb4evr345, Vanessa85, sally, GG, cbns, fangirl, and TheElegantFaerie. You guys rock! I had double the amount of anonymous reviews than regular. I totally encourage all you anonymous reviewers to join fanfiction! I did, and I haven't regret it since. Thanks so much for all of your support! I love you guys all so much! *drum roll* Here's your last chapter! Enjoy! Disclaimer: I don't own That '70s Show or Gossip Girl. I'm just a lowly sophomore. Not as lowly as a freshman, of course, but still lowly. *winks*

Things had changed since the debutante ball. It was fall 1980. Jackie had watched her old friends leave, wished them goodbye. They knew she'd never be back to Point Place again. She knew that too. They promised to come visit her again soon. Brooke and Michael promised to bring Betsy. Hyde didn't promise anything. Jackie knew why. She had accepted the fact that she would always have Steven Hyde in her heart, but she also knew they weren't good for each other. He needed a fresh start, someone new, and so did she. Maybe one day, they could be friends. She certainly hoped so.

Her family had changed as well. Serena and Nate had gone to City Hall and gotten married quietly, much to the fury of Lily. Only Chuck, Erik, Jackie, Georgina, and Blair had been present. Serena was now nine months pregnant and ready to pop at any second. She and Nate had moved into their own apartment not too far away from the Empire. They were expecting a girl but hadn't picked out a name yet. Jackie, to her surprise, was asked to be the little girl's godmother. She had happily accepted. Erik was going to be the godfather.

Blair, on the other hand, had started to plan the wedding of the season. It was to be held next summer, location still unsure. Jackie believed the top choices were between the Empire and Blair's dad's chateau in Paris. Georgina, Serena, and Jackie were all to be bridesmaids, Dorota the maid of honor. Chuck's groomsmen were Nate, Erik, and surprisingly Carter. Nate, of course, was his best men.

The general opinion on Carter had changed a lot since Jackie's cheesehead friends had left. He and Jackie had suddenly started spending a lot of time together when her ex-boyfriend left. There was several a Gossip Girl blasts speculating on the state of their relationship. Jackie had always loved sleeping with Carter, the way he had made her body feel, but now she almost suspected she was falling in love with him.

Meanwhile, Georgina and Jackie had, with Chuck's blessing, moved out of the suite and into their own insanely awesome penthouse apartment. They had moved in together because neither felt like having a lonely apartment. Georgie was the perfect roommate for Jackie, and the two cousins balanced out each other well. Jackie kept the apartment clean; Georgina made sure she actually left it once in a while. Jackie made sure Georgina checked in with her sponsor regularly, and Georgina dragged Jackie out of her apartment to therapy. Jackie made sure Georgina didn't get in too late, and Georgina forced Jackie to go to bed when the tiny girl stayed up late working on designs. It was truly a great balance.

Despite all of these changes, one thing remained. Friday nights were spent at Blair and Chuck's suite watching movies and catching up. It was a very important thing for all of them, but especially for Jackie. She had almost lost them once; she didn't want to lose them again. She cherished the nights she spent on the couch with her family, Blair swooning at any romantic scene and Chuck teasing her for it. Serena, chowing down on popcorn with one hand while the other rested on her belly, Nate's arm around her. Nate, whose eyes flickered every so often to Serena like he couldn't have gotten any luckier. Georgina, who started throwing whatever popcorn or candy she had on hand when things seemed to be getting dull. This was her world, and she wouldn't change it for anything.

The biggest change in Jackie's life, however, was right this moment, at New York Fashion Week. Where her line, her clothes, were going to be shown for all the best to see. She was more nervous than she had ever been in her life. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute. There was so much to get done: last minute adjustments, hair and makeup, making sure every last detail was right. She was just hemming a top when she heard a familiar voice say, "Hey beautiful."

Jackie looked up to see Carter. She waved over one of her assistants to do the rest of the hemming, stepping aside to talk to Carter. "Hey," she said back quietly. "You should be in your seat already." Everyone she cared about had gotten a seat in the front: Serena, Blair, Georgina, Nate, Chuck, Erik, Lily, Aunt Eleanor, Dorota, and Carter.

Carter smirked. "Had to wish you luck," he said charmingly, leaning in to kiss her. Jackie didn't fight him. They kissed until someone shouted, "2 minutes until showtime!"

Jackie pulled away. "Go sit down," she commanded.

"Yes, Miss Burkhart," Carter replied mockingly. He leaned in once again and gave her a gentle kiss. "Good luck," he whispered softly.

"Thanks," Jackie responded shyly as she watched Carter walk away. She tried to compose herself for the show but just couldn't keep the wide grin off of her face.

"Honey," one of the older seamstresses helping drawled, "that boy is bananas about you."

Jackie just blushed. "We have work to do!" she insisted. Everyone just laughed and went back to work. Jackie sighed happily. Yes, her life had turned at just fine. She had found her own way, without her mother, without a boyfriend. She was free from all that, and it couldn't feel better.

Back in Point Place, everyone sat around the Formans' TV as New York's Fashion Week. Normally, this would not be something Red Forman would allow to be watched in his living room, but he had always made exceptions for the loud one. Unfortunately, they'd had to watch a lot more of this things before Jackie's came on.

Fez was watching the shows intently. It was all so glamorous. He envied Jackie for being able to be there. She had offered him a place in her row, but the salon wouldn't give him the day off. Stupid old ladies who needed their hair done! Well, at least he had candy that Kelso brought him from Chicago.

Brooke was also watching with interest, but hers wasn't as focused on fashion as Fez. "I wonder who does all Jackie's budgeting," she mussed out loud.

Kelso just stared at his girlfriend in amazement. Hot girls were prancing down a runway, and she was worried about Jackie's budgeting?

"Probably her shark of a brother," Hyde answered.

Deciding to push Hyde's buttons, she stated, "You know, Hyde, he kind of reminded me of you..." Hyde simply glared at Donna.

Before an argument could ensue, Kitty shouted, "Jackie's next!" Everyone's eyes turned to the TV. The runaway got dark for a moment and then light up again. The lighting itself was different from the other shows. It was more bold, possibly artsier. Jackie's brand logo was visible on the backdrop. Uptown Girl was written in black elegant yet jagged script.

The first model came down the runaway. She had long red hair similar to Donna's and was wearing a dress made out of flannel. It was ruby red and yellow with sleeves, just a slight ruffle on the color. It hit just about the knee. The model had started down the runway with a cropped jean jacket but had eventually taken it off. Donna knew that dress. Jackie had designed it for her.

Beautiful outfit after outfit had appeared. Donna could see Jackie's pattern but knew others wouldn't be able to. None of the looks seemed like they would tie in together, but it did work as a collective. Everything, though different stylings, looked upscale and expensive. Once all the models had walked down the runaway, Jackie came out with them. She was wearing a sexy red dress that clung to her body, little zing-zags on the side where the fabric was more transparent with red stiletto shoes with slight spikes on them. Her hair was in a loose bun, and her lips were light.

She smiled and gave a bow to the crowd. Hyde couldn't help but watch her. "Good job, Doll," he whispered. "I knew you could do it." And now Steven Hyde realized, for the first time in a while, how extraordinary Jackie Burkhart had been. He should be sad that he lost her yet again, but Hyde had never expected to truly get her in New York. Jackie was different there. She had always sparkled, but in New York she shined. Still, it was better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, right?