ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰 • ᴋᴏʟ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ •

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"Do you think he'll tell them?" I asked quietly as I stood in Stefan's doorway.

"No." He rubbed his jaw as he peered down at me. "He doesn't have a reason to. You haven't given him a reason to."

"Jules." At the sound of their personal nickname, I looked over at Damon. "Who else knows about it?"

I looked down, suddenly finding my shoes fascinating. "Apart from the two of you, my family, Klaus, Bonnie and Caroline know."

They nodded and looked at each other, obviously needing to talk without my presence.

"Look guys, I have to go."

"I'll drop you off," Stefan offered, moving to grab his car keys.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled slightly and he frowned about to protest. "Seriously Stef, it's only a five-minute walk.

"Text me as soon as you get there."

"Yes dad," I muttered, knowing that he could hear me perfectly and hugged him loosely. Pulling away from him I hugged Damon quickly before leaving the house to walk home.

"Julietta?"

I closed the door quietly and faced the smiling woman who stood waiting for me. "Hey Nana."

"Hello sweetheart." She pulled me into her arms and hugged me close and I took the opportunity to breath in her comforting scent. Slowly I pulled back. "An invitation arrived for you."

"An invitation?" She held out an envelope out to me and I took it, seeing my name scrawled elegantly across it. "What's it for?"

She turned away from me and continued into to kitchen, speaking over her shoulder as she went. "It's for a ball."

I followed after her, unable to keep my voice devoid of my ever-growing interest. "A ball?"

"Yeah," she continued absent mindedly. "The invitation was hand delivered too." She stopped what she was doing to send me a knowing smile. "The boy must be sweet on you."

"What boy Nana?"

"Something Mikaelson." She waved a hand dismissively. "I don't remember his first name."

I looked down at the envelope I still clutched in my hand, my interest draining away and being replaced by an all too familiar sense of dread. Now rather than wanting to attend the ball, I wanted to throw the invitation into the fire.

"Was his name Elijah?"

She shook her head. "I think it began with a K."

"Klaus?"

"No that's not it."

"Kol."

"That's who it was," she muttered aloud as she moved around the room.

I stood up straighter and asked quickly. "You didn't invite him inside, did you?"

"Of course I did!" She turned to face me, an eyebrow raised. "I was hardly going to make the boy stay outside was I?"

"You should've," I muttered under my breath, setting the envelope down on the counter.

"Julietta," she said firmly, her eyes noticing the movement of my hand. "That boy delivered it here personally. You are going."

I groaned, picked up the envelope before stalking off to my room. Pausing in the doorway, I furrowed my eyebrows at the black box that was sat on my bed with a single white bow going across the top of it.

Deciding to ignore it for now, I opened the envelope, my eyes scanning over the words on the front.

Please join the Mikaelson family this evening at seven O'clock for dancing, cocktails and celebration.

I rolled my eyes before turning it over and reading the message on the back.

We need to talk, darling.

I scoffed, setting the invitation down before taking the lid off of the box. My breath caught as I glanced down at the dress that the box concealed. Taking it carefully out of the box, I walked over to the mirror and held it up against me.

It was the epitome of elegance; the beautiful peach coloured fabric flowed right to my toes. Three was a single silk band under the bust as an intricate pattern curved up the front of the dress and over the strapless bodice.

A small smile made its way on to my lips as I set it carefully on the bed again. Before my gaze fell on to a scrap of paper on the bottom of the now empty box.

I've been told it's your favourite colour
Kol

A small, irritated sigh escaped my lips as I folded the dress up again carefully and placed it back in the box. Well I'd never get to wear that dress.

"Nana?" I waited for her to look in my direction as I stood in the kitchen doorway.

"What's the matter sweetheart?"

"I, um, I need a dress for the ball."

She turned to face me as soon as the words had left my mouth, a small smile gracing her gentle features. Taking my hand she led me back up the stairs and into her room.

"Where's dad?" I asked quietly as she walked towards the large trunk at the foot of her bed.

"He's working late again," she muttered, unlocking the trunk and pulling something out of it.

She turned towards me and handed me the dress. A small smile made its way on to my face. "It's mum's isn't it?"

She nodded and ushered me into the adjoining bathroom. "Now go try it on."

As soon as the dress was on, I made my way out of the bathroom. Catching sight of me, she ushered me over to stand before the mirror and pulled my hair out of its ponytail.

"You look just like her," she muttered, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

I glanced back at my reflection, taking in the soft curve of the pale blue fabric and smiled sadly, hearing the tears that coated her words. "Yeah I do, don't I?"

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