Rebekah voiceover: For centuries, people have come to New Orleans looking for a fresh start. Looking to find adventure, fortune, and even love. Young society women imported from France with the promise of marrying a proper New Orleans gentleman like the legendary Casket Girls.
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New Orleans is abuzz with Mills of people in town for the annual Casket Girls Festival. A horse and carriage is seen driving down the street while people dressed up in old fashioned costumes and wedding dresses drink on the sidewalk. Rebekah walks down the street with a smile on her face as she takes in the party atmosphere.
Rebekah:(voiceover)The Casket girls legend lives on, now celebrated in typical New Orleans fashion with stylish costumes and supernatural flair. It's a yearly reminder of how woman can be oppressed by selfish men and how they can triumph when brave enough to fight themselves.
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Rebekah is outside of a shop on the Main Street, searching through racks of dresses.
Rebekah:(mutters to herself)Dull, dreary, hideous—
Marcel:(appears behind her)Talking about clothes, or something else?
Rebekah: Why, feeling insecure? This festival might as well be in my honors I need a proper costume, so bugger off.
Marcel: Bekah—
He attempts to touch her but she throws his arm off her.
Rebekah:(coldly)Don't. You made your choice. You and Klaus are best friends again, you've relinquished your right to touch me.
Marcel phone starts ringing, and it's Klaus.
Rebekah: I wonder who that could be.
Marcel:(on the phone)What's up?
On the other end of the line, Klaus is pacing around the courtyard of the compound.
Klaus: A bit of an issue. It seems our little bird has flown the coop.
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Talia POV
(The wedding dress is in the top)
I was standing in the front of a mirror, trying to fasten the zipper on the vintage dress that I found. Elijah appears at the door behind me.
Elijah: Would you like some help?
Talia:(smiles)You might need to use all your vampire strength.
Elijah: Allow me.
He stands behind me and begins to fasten my zipper and buttons.
Talia: Thanks. Not too many pregnant Casket girls, I guess.
Elijah: I think you look lovely. Only I would...
He touched my birthmark on my shoulder, and I covered it with my hand.
Talia: I know, keep the freaky werewolf birthmark covered.
Elijah: Well, I don't suspect any of the riff-raff here would dare lay a hand on you, knowing you're under protection of our family. Still, you shouldn't take any chances.
I look at myself in the mirror and sighs: All knocked up and nowhere to go.
Elijah: You know...if you wanted to attend the festivities tonight, I would be more than willing to take you.
Talia: Hmm...you and Nik are barely on speaking terms. Let's not rock the boat, okay?
Elijah:(mildly disappointed)Of course.
He turns to leave, but I stopped him before he reaches the door.
Talia: Lijah, do you mind?
I gestures are my zipper, so Elijah walks over to me and undoes the buttons and the zipper for me, he left his hands on my waist for a moment. My heart was beating in a good way. I could feel Elijah's breath. I tried so hard not to moan.
