A/N: Hey everyone!

Here's the third and the second last chapter! I wish you like it, I sure loved writing it!

Enjoy! See you at the end! ;)

Camille remember that when she woke up the next morning, she reminisced everything that had occurred last night. She remembered Klaus coming to her and showing what he had endured the past few days. She was happy that he confined in her, but then she recalled her last words to him and all the happy mood faded away.

"I am looking forward to that perfect afternoon I was promised."

At that time the words have just slip out of her mouth like the most natural thing, but now that she put her head into it, she felt unsure. She was sure that Klaus now sees her as one of those desperate girls, she so hated.

Camille usually woke up in high sprites, but that day when she woke up there was no smile adoring her face. She kept thinking about her last sentence to Klaus and how he had left without giving an answer. She was so mad at herself for not thinking twice before she spoke.

Although, all that anger disappeared when she spotted something at her night stand; a card. Camille picked it up and as soon as she read the content, a smile bigger than her regular smile returned to her face. It said:

Dear Camille,
I don't usually break my promises, specially when made to someone as beautiful as you. Please accept this invitation and clear you schedule of the upcoming Sunday. I will be picking you up at 12 in the afternoon, to live up to my words.
-The hundred dollar guy.

The content was hand written in beautiful cursive and Camille felt for a second that it might have been printed, but the two drops of ink Klaus had dropped at the right corner convinced her otherwise.

The whistle of her kettle snapped her out of her day dreaming state and brought her back to the present. She cursed as she realised that she had spent the past half an hour day dreaming about the past and now she was left with only three hours to get ready. She hadn't even decided what she was going to wear!

Camille was still trying to decide what she should wear when the thought of a certain Mikaelson clicked her mind.

She rushed towards her bed, picking up her phone dialled the number of the said person. The person on the other side answered the called on the second ring,"Hey...I was wondering if you could come over...I am a crises only you can solve." Camille waited to receive a positive answer and when she did, she ended the call with a thank you telling the said person to come alone.

As Rebekah Mikaelson stood in front of the house she's been summoned to, there was only one thought running through her mind.

What crises would make Camille call her, instead of Klaus, or Elijah?

Rebekah knocked on the door and when the it opened, she was greeted by Camille's smiling face,"Hi! Thanks for coming on such a short notice."

"So, what is the crises you told me about?" Rebekah asked as she entered the house, not needing an invitation as she was in the body of the witch named Eva Sinclair.

Camille kept her quite, but motioned Rebekah to follow her inside. When the duo reached Camille's room Rebekah spoke in a surprised voice,"What the bloody hell happened here? A tornado passed by?"

The room did looked like a tornado had passed though it, there were cloths lying around on every surface; bed, dresser, floor, and a few on night stand too.

"No, its just, I can't decide what to wear." Camille told Rebekah, to which Rebekah rose a confused eyebrow, not figuring out why she need to call her to choose a dress,"And that's why I called you here. You've known him for a thousands of years, please help me choose." Camille pleaded.

"You are going out with one of my brother? Which one? Please tell me it's not Elijah." Rebekah asked for conformation in a desperate and surprised voice. The reason she didn't want Elijah to be the one Camille was going out with was because she knew how Klaus felt about her Camille, to some extent, and if Elijah asked Camille out, it will only worsen the situation her were in with Klaus. He was still mad at them and they had not seen his face in the past week even once.

"God no!" Camille spoke horrified, as she had never seen Elijah as anything but a close friend,"I am going out with Klaus, he didn't tell you?"

"Tell me?" Rebekah scoffed,"I haven't even seen his face since the night he killed Dahlia. That day he came to the compound and told me, Elijah and Freya that we are no longer his family and he doesn't want to see out faces. We tried to talk to him numerous time, tried to apologies, but whenever we got close enough for him him to sense our presence, he speeds away." She sighed,"I hardly got a glimpse of his face twice or thrice the past week." The blonde who was occupying the body of a witch paused for a moment, as if decided she should confide in Camille or not,"I never thought I will be saying this, but I bloody miss him."

Anyone could hear the pain and regret in her voice, and if that wasn't enough, her eyes were filled with gloss. Camille felt sorry for her and see that Rebekah was ready to make amends, if Klaus gave her a chance.

"I will talk to him." Camille promised and she intended to keep it.

"Thank you." Rebekah smiled genuinely at the blonde girl,"Now, let's get started shall we?" Rebekah said with a glint in her eyes that made Camille question herself...has she made the correct choice calling Rebekah to help her?

It was 11:30 in Camille's wall clock and she was ready. Rebekah had told her to be her normal self and not obsess too much over what to wear. She had also assured her that,"Klaus fancy you for who you are, not what you wear."

They both had agreed that Camille should wear a white sun-dress, that fell just above her knees and pair it up with dark blue Jean jacket, along with a pair of high black velvet boots, with 3 inch heels.

After dressing up Rebekah had insisted that Camille let Rebekah do her make up. Camille wasn't a fan of make up, so she decline. In the end of a short argument, Rebekah has came out to be the victorious one, as expected.

When Camille had begged her to go light with make up department, Rebekah dropped the idea of lipstick and eye-shadow, and only used gloss and this eye-liner. She also applied small amount of blusher at Camille's cheek to make them look more rosy than usual.

As Rebekah was sure that Camille looked,"Perfect." she had decided to get going, because she didn't want to ruin Camille's time with his brother. And if Niklaus knew that Camille was with Rebekah, it was invertible to stop him from getting angry and ruin the mood.

Camille snapped out of her daydream and checked the clock, only then did she realised that it was 11:56 already. I really need to stop day dreaming today! She thought to herself.

She went in her room to make sure she had switched off everything then made her way out again and went to sit on the couch and looked at the clock again.

Camille was getting more and more angst-y with the each passing moment.

What if Klaus thought I over did it with the outfit and make-up? What if this is just a friend thing to him? What if I am under-dressed? What if I didn't stand up to his expectations?

These thought and some other along the same like kept bugging Camille, till she heard a knocking sound on the door. She looked at the clock, only to realise it was exactly 12:00 PM.

Suck it up Cami! She scolded herself as she went to open the door. When she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat.

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