"There was once another Mikaelson, and she was adored, bold, brave, too sarcastic for her own good, and, undoubtedly, the sibling to be most fond of," said Elijah as he walked the yard of the Lockwood's with Elena Gilbert.
"What was her name?" Elen...
Niklaus, Stefan, and Kordeila are drinking champagne and sitting in chairs, waiting for Rebekah to try on dresses.
"There has to be more to this dress," Rebekah says from the other side of the curtain, worried on how much skin she's showing.
"There's not," Kordeila replies. After a moment, Rebekah walks out in a short, black dress that ruffled slightly at the end.
"So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes, then. You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers," she told them.
"You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing," Klaus replied with a shrug.
"And what is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident," she went on, complaining.
"Now, that, is agreeable," Kordeila commented, tilting her champagne glass to Rebekah.
"It's dance music," Stefan tells them.
"People dance to this?" Rebekah asks, scrunching up her nose.
"Hmm," he hums.
"Are we done?" Klaus asks, slightly agitated
"And why are you so grumpy?" Rebekah asks, looking at him strangely.
"I needed one thing from you for my witch to find out why my hybrids are dying, one thing. Your necklace. And you lost it," he complains, giving Rebekah a glare.
"I didn't lose it. It's just been missing for 90 years," she shrugged. Then, turns her attention to Stefan, "So what do you think?" She turns around in a full circle.
"I like it," Stefan replied, not seeming to agree with his comment. Rebekah gives him a disapproving look. "What? I said I like it."
"I can always tell when you're lying, Stefan," she rolls her eyes, walking back behind the curtain.
Klaus looks over to Stefan and raises his champagne glass, "Nice one. Good work."
"I mean, come on Stefan. Learn to lie, will you?" Kordeila groans, looking over at him disapprovingly.
"Klaus is the one that pulled the dagger out of her," he replied in self defence.
"I heard that," Rebekah called out from the curtains, feeling slightly hurt.
"All right. I'm going to get some fresh air," Stefan tells the two, standing up and walking away.
Klaus looks over at Kordeila and holds up the champagne bottle, she smiles and holds her empty glass out to him.
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