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We tend to evaluate a person's character based upon our first meeting with him or her—and the first impression can be extremely essential. It was no different when Isabella became close with Rebekah instantly in the first few minutes the blonde original woke up. Isabella would be lying if she told anyone she didn't feel a deep sense of true kinship with the outspoken blonde.
"There has to be more to this dress!" Rebekah complained from her place in the dressing room stall.
"There's not," Klaus shot back in a tedious tone, smiling at the store assistant as she filled the glass with more champagne. Klaus was lounging on the red, velvet couch while Stefan was sitting in a grey chair adjacent to the hybrid as they sipped on their champagne.
Considering Rebekah had nothing to wear besides her flapper dress, she demanded the four of them go shopping so she could have a new wardrobe from this modern era. Deeming the boys useless in being helpful, Isabella actually made herself useful by browsing through the racks of clothes she thought would look lovely—yet comfortable—on Rebekah.
Sliding the curtain open, she strutted out of the dressing room toward the trio wearing a short, black dress with a plunging neckline. She had a disgruntled face, showing disdain of the limited amount of modesty the conspicuous dress provided.
"So, women in the twenty-first century dress like prostitutes, then," Rebekah guessed, raising a brow. "You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers."
Being the feminist she was, Isabella knew a woman could dress however she pleased and feel comfortable with it. She believed women could dress for themselves without approval from anyone else, and have the confidence for it. Even if Isabella had the confidence—which she did—she knew what her style was and she was content with it, just like everyone else. However, she was aware of the risk of a woman wearing whatever she wanted in today's society, so she agreed with Rebekah to a certain extent. It's an extremely controversial and contradicting issue.
"You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing," Klaus mused.
"Thank you for your service," Isabella clapped back.
"And what is this music?" She quizzed as a look of antipathy contorted on her face. "It sounds like a cable car accident."
"It's dance music," Stefan informed.
"People dance to this?" Rebekah raised a brow as she gave Stefan an unimpressed expression, causing him to hum. Isabella preferred classic and hard rock from the seventies and eighties.
"Are we done?" Klaus asked once he grew impatient.
Rebekah tilted her head, moving closer to stand in front of Klaus as she surveyed him. "And why are you so grumpy?" She questioned.
