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❝ the stench of your judgment is overwhelming. ❞
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PEOPLE COME TO NEW ORLEANS LOOKING FOR A FRESH START. It had been that way for centuries. Young society women imported from France arrive hoping to find fortune, adventure, and even love. They are the legendary casket girls. The legend now lives on, celebrated in typical New Orleans fashion with stylish costumes and supernatural flair. It's a yearly reminder of how women can be oppressed by selfish men and how they can triumph when brave enough to fight for themselves.
Enola stood in front of the body length mirror. A white casket girl dress hung off her shoulders in modern day fashion. She was struggling to zip it up due to the growing baby bump. Her eyes flicker down to her covered stomach before she protectively sets her hands over it. It was all so surreal. She never thought she would be having a child. Now here she was, pregnant at nineteen with the man she swore she would spend the rest of her life hating. Her eyes flicker up in the mirror to catch his gaze. It was clear that he thought the same.
"Would you like some help?" Klaus wondered.
"You might need to use all your super strength," Enola teased.
Klaus smiled softly at Enola. He made his way across the room before reaching out for the dress. He was gentle as he slowly zipped it up. His fingers brushed against the exposed skin of her back, making goosebumps arise. He knew what he was doing.
"You look absolutely ravishing," Klaus smiled.
"I know," Enola grinned, eyeing herself in the mirror once more. "Not too many pregnant casket girls I guess. I should probably find something to cover it up more."
"You no longer need to hide it," Klaus said softly. "Everyone already knows you are carrying my child."
"It's still not safe," Enola reminded. "You have a lot of enemies."
"Well, I don't suspect any of the riffraff here would dare lay a hand on you knowing that you are under my protection." Klaus smiled softly.
"All knocked up and nowhere to go," Enola chuckled in amusement.
"You know . . . " Klaus began. "If you wanted to attend the festivities tonight, I would be more than willing to take you."
