Seven

"Are you sure that you don't want me to stay? Because I can call in sick and we can have a sister day or something." Elena said as she looked over at Katherine. Katherine had come yesterday near tears telling her that Elijah knew about Karin and was threatening to take Karin away if Katherine didn't give him custody rights. Privately, Elena thought that Elijah should get to know his daughter, but Katherine had her reasons.

Katherine was sitting in the kitchen, it was her free day off from work and she looked like she hadn't slept all night. Even Karin seemed to sense that something was wrong because she was snuggling against Katherine's chest and whimpering.

Katherine forced a smile, she didn't want to worry Elena, besides she could handle Elijah by herself. "I'm fine, Elena." She said. "I can handle Elijah, besides if you call in sick, your future husband will kill you before you cut the wedding cake. It's kind of weird thinking that Damon is going to be my brother in law, I wonder if I should teach Karin to say Uncle Damon."

Elena rolled her eyes. "Very funny and it's only going to be for a year and trust me if Karin ever says those words all of us should be running for the hills."

Katherine laughed as she sing song. "Have fun."

Elena took a taxi to work like she always did and for once managed to be a little early and was contemplating about how she was going to spend her few precious moment of free time. She frowned, however when she saw a petite, red hair girl sitting in her place.

"Hello," she chirped. "I'm Genevieve, welcome to S&M, how can I help you?"

"You're in my chair." She said flatly, not caring how rude she sounded. Genevieve looked flushed and uncomfortable.

The elevator doors dinged open and Damon came in, he traced his eyes from Genevieve to Elena's scowling face and managed to put the pieces together. "Forgive my fiancée, Genevieve," Damon lied as she put his arm around Katherine's waist. "Without her morning cup of coffee she can quite a bridezilla, isn't that right precious?"

Elena gave him a fake smile while pinching one of his fingers. Damon got the message and pulled away. "Sorry, he's right. Excuse us, I need to speak to my fiancée."

Damon followed her into his office and shut the door. "What are you upset about now?"

"Hello? You gave my job away without asking me first!" Elena said. "Were you going to say anything at all or was I supposed to figure it out magically."

Damon rolled his eyes as he sat on the leather chair. "I thought it would be obvious, my mistake, but I can't have my fiancée being my assistant anymore. It would look weird and remember-"

"Yes, it's all about appearances," Elena muttered bitterly. "And what am I suppose to do around the house for the next five months? Stay at home eating chocolate until I'm a Mrs. Salvatore?"

"Of course not," Damon said. "You're going to be busy planning the wedding and I'll give you a monthly allowance so don't worry about the money."

"It's not about the money and I don't need an allowance, I'm not twelve," Elena put her hands on her hips. "Besides it doesn't take five months to plan a wedding."

Damon arched an eyebrow. "Darling, I'm afraid you don't understand this will be the wedding of the century. If you want to get a job at McDonald's then be my guest, but I'm afraid you're out of a job here."

"Don't call me darling or precious or any other stupid nickname," Elena told him. "Fine it will be the wedding of the century. Anything else?"

"Nope. You're free to go." Damon smirked. "See you around Elena."

Elena ignored him as she exited the office while trying to hide her blushing cheeks.

Elena had been planning on spending her first free day sleeping in something that she hadn't done in weeks. She surely hadn't been expecting to be shaken awake, by a pair of rough hands at eight in the morning. "Get up! Get up!"

Elena, half startled, half afraid opened her brown eyes in confusion. "Oh, god!"

Standing in front of her was a tall, pretty blond with blue eyes. She was dressed in designer jeans and a caramel colored leather jacket. Also Elena had never seen her before. The girl raised an eyebrow. "Damon said that you were somewhat pretty, so far I'm not seeing it."

Elena clutched the blankets around her. "Who the hell are you?"

"Oh, right my apologies," She said. "I'm Rebekah Mikaelson, Elijah's younger sister and Damon's baby cousin."

"Fine, Rebekah I have another question how did you get in?" Elena asked.

Rebekah shrugged. "Your sister let me in, she was cranky as well, I don't know what my brother saw in her. Anyway, I've come so that we can go shopping."

"The wedding is five months away!" Elena cried, spending the whole day shopping with this girl was not appealing at all.

"Not for the wedding dress, silly girl." Rebekah rolled her eyes. "In exactly five months and all the time in between you will be Mrs. Salvatore, the wife of one of the most well-known CEO's. You can't be dressing in jeans and sneakers and honestly your hair style went out of style years ago. It's time to try something new, something daring."

"And let me guess you're going to be helping me with that?" Elena said mockingly feeling exhausted already. "I should have asked for way more money."

Rebekah smirked. "You really should have, goody for you, you're already thinking like a Salvatore-Mikaelson."

"Did you like the park, Karin?" Katherine cooed as she put her daughter inside her stroller. She had dressed Karin in her new blue dress with little blue ribbons in her hair. That morning they had been rudely awaken by Rebekah, Elijah's baby sister who had been looking for Elena and Katherine had taken Karin out to the park for a distraction.

Karin offered some sort of baby gibberish as response as Katherine pushed the stroller towards home. She froze when she saw Elijah getting out of a shiny black car. "Katherine, nice to see you again." His eyes however were focused on Karin who was staring at him with amusement.

"Were you following me?" she demanded.

Elijah didn't answer. "Have you had breakfast? I would like it, if you accompany me."

Katherine didn't budge.

Elijah lowered his voice. "Katherine, I don't want to make a scene, but I will if pushed."

Katherine gave him a fake smile. "Whatever you say, Mr. Mikaelson."

-End of Chapter Seven-