The Siren

twenty four

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

BREANA ENDED THE call with Elena after she cried over the phone about Jeremy's knowledge about the Vicki incident and he was ignoring her now. Breana had the urge to tell her I told you so, but she knew it wasn't the time and that it wouldn't be that nice thing to say to a stressed and depressed Elena Gilbert.

She was in her room, staring at the dress laid on her bed sadly. The dress for the Founders' Day Parade was hard to wear and it takes two persons for her to wear it. She was sad that there was no woman in her residence who could help her.

These were the times that she wished her mom was alive because if she was then she would've helped her with the dress. Not only was she depressed over not having someone to help her, but the fact that she hadn't gotten any sleep because of Isobel's words that kept on running over and over in her mind was not helping.

Would her mom really be disappointed in her? What did Isobel mean when she said that her mom didn't die of childbirth? If she hadn't, then her dad would've known, right? But, it was obvious that Caleb was so out of the loop, he was oblivious of the creatures in Mystic Falls, he wouldn't have known.

Then there's a possibility that her mom might be involved in the council, but that's impossible. Although she did know who Isobel was. Breana went to her vanity and opened her small jewelry chest, taking out the necklace Isobel gave her. She should give it to Caleb later since it was their wedding ring.

Aside from that, what she had done on her window that night was enough to not make her sleep. Did she push the window too hard from her anger that it started to break? But she knew she hadn't done that. Did she have some kind of super power that she got from her parents? She needed answers and she didn't know where to get one.

Breana grabbed her phone and called Damon, biting her lip, "Hello?"

"Damon..." Breana trailed off, hesitating.

"What?" Damon asked rudely as usual, "What do you want?"

Breana shook her head despite that he couldn't see her, pouting slightly at his rude response, "It's just—I'm not dressed yet."

"What does that have to do with me?" Damon asked incredulously.

Breana groaned, "For the Founder's parade—um, I'm ready and all, I have my hair and make-up ready, it's just...I need help with the dress and I don't really have anyone who could help me. I mean, I would ask Stefan, but I don't want him to see me yet." She muttered dejectedly, "I can't really ask Elena or Caroline since their both getting ready in their own homes."

Damon frowned from the other line, feeling slightly bad for her, but it's not like she could see him, "And again, why did you call me?"

"Ugh, Damon, I'm asking if you can help me with the dress."

Damon rolled his eyes and smirked at the chance, "I would gladly do so."

"Don't even think of doing anything funny." Breana scolded him.

"I'll be right over, cupcake." Damon teased, hanging up.

*****

After the torture the dress and Damon put her through as she was wearing it, they finally finished getting her ready and Damon drove her to school since he was also going to be there.

Stefan was already there and he was dumbfounded when he saw Breana, she looked so stunning in her 1860s dress, he was sure that if she was from 1864, Stefan would've courted her. His eyes trailed and he saw Damon walking beside her, his hand was on the small of her back.