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❝i'll have her in my dreams❞
GIUSEPPE SALVATORE STOOD ON HIS FRONT STOOP, HIS TWO YOUNG SONS STANDING OBEDIENTLY BEFORE HIM. He had a hand on each of their shoulders, gripping them ever so tightly in a silent reminder to act as they'd been taught.
Stefan stood straight, the perfect picture of the Salvatore name. Damon stood straight, with a devious smirk on his fourteen-year-old face. He'd lost all of his baby fat and turned into a charming young man, and he had started to gain a bit of a reputation in Mystic Falls– something his father wasn't very happy about.
But today, they were meeting someone new. A girl their age, supposedly, who had lived in Mystic Falls her whole life but was rather sheltered. Damon wasn't interested in learning about the mystery girl, but his father demanded his presence.
As the cart pulled up, Damon looked on in confusion. Only well-off families were able to afford personal carriages, but it made sense that his father was so avid about looking presentable if they were one of the wealthier families in Mystic Falls.
The two adults, parents, he assumed, stepped towards Giuseppe and greeted him familiarly. When they stepped away, the girl was revealed and Damon felt his smirk fall into a look of surprise that Stefan stifled a laugh at. Damon hit Stefan's side and stepped forward off the stoop, swaggering towards the girl with false confidence.
"I'm Damon Salvatore, and that is my younger, very boring brother, Stefan." Damon's smirk lifted upwards as she laughed, hiding her crooked smile behind her satin-gloved hand.
She offered said hand to him and Damon took it gingerly, pressing a kiss to the back of the lavish material. He looked up at her with his icy blue eyes, examining her pretty features.
"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Salvatore, and you as well." She nodded at Stefan, who had his hands respectively tucked behind his back as he bowed slightly before her. "I'm Rosemary Montgomery."
Damon straightened and adjusted his collared shirt. Rosemary. He looked at her as she struck up a conversation with Stefan, examining her sharp features. They were all at the age where the roundness from their younger years traveled elsewhere, and Damon could tell that her face had hollowed out recently because she seemed oblivious to how striking she was.
Her hat was shielding the bright sun from her face, giving him the perfect shadow to look her over. Sharp cheekbones with heavily defined eyebrows arched above her youthful eyes, wide and innocent. Her lips were pretty and pouty, but pulled back into a smile as she spoke to Stefan.
Damon looked down at the ground briefly, breaking himself from his close observation. He cleared his throat lowly and stepped forward, making himself known to the two again. He offered an arm to Rosemary, who took it and tucked her hand gently against his arm.
