Chapter 8-He loves her, she loves him
I'm sorry. I had some issues come up in my life so I took sometime away from writing and completely forgot that I needed to upload a chapter. I can't apologise more, im so so so sorry. I just lost myself in a different version of myself and I haven't ever looked at my fan fictions for weeks. So this story has hit 10,000+ views which is a massive achievement to me so thank you to every single person who has read this story and that is why I am dedicating this to everyone, because if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have got to this point.
Just like any ordinary closet, there we tops and dresses hung from the hangers and a drawer jeans underneath with a pile of shows next to it but as Hope walked further into the walk in closet she noticed two dresses hung in bags which were obviously cared for more than the rest of the clothes and below the, a box wrapped with a simple ribbon. Turning round, Hope made sure that no one was around or would be for a while.
She didn't want to invade Caroline's privacy but she was so curious.
So she zipped down one of the bags.
Inside was a shimmering blue ball gown, it was exquisite and obviously cost a lot of money but there aren't exactly many balls in Dallas so why would Caroline keep a dress so picturesque as this? And why did the dress look so familiar?
So she unzipped the next bag.
In this bag was a dress more exquisite than the first. It was something that could have been worn by a princess. That was when Hope realised that she had seen it before.
"Father's drawings." She whisper quietly.
Knowing her father it probably had been worn by a princess before.
Caroline might not be 'ready' but she kept the dresses just like Klaus had kept the drawings.
She was an angel and he was the devil but they had too much in common to deny there was something there.
Zipping the dresses back up so that she could tidy at a greater pace if someone walks by, Hope sat on the floor so she could empty the big box. Inside she found a drawing like the ones her father had drawn but it was shredded and someone had attempted to stick it back together with tape and although it was hard to read, she did notice something written in what she thought to be her father's script. Thank you ... your honest ... Klaus.
Her heart pounding and her head wanting to know more, Hope dug into the box further. A simple card, on the envelope written in calligraphy was Caroline Forbes but something made Hope open it and she was glad she did. An invitation to a Mikaelson ball in Mystic Falls seemingly normal but as she goes to put it back in the envelope Hope spies a message on the back save me a dance, Klaus. Her father had never done anything like that for Cami, no sweet notes so that must mean that Klaus loves Caroline more and although Caroline says she ready, she still kept all these.
Forgetting where she was and everything around her, Hope pulled out a collection of newspaper clippings mostly pictures from a Mikaelson Ball it says. One of them though catches Hopes attention more than the rest, at first glance it was a group dancing but as she looked closer she could see Elijah's face and Kol's and even someone who might be Finn but Hope only had her father's sketches to go on. There was also Rebekah accompanied by a blonde human, why did he look so familiar?
Rebekah
Matt? What are you doing here? It's dangerous and I should be looking after Hope.
Quickly Hope shook the memory from her thoughts as she noticed a couple at the back but clearly visible, a blond in a blue dress, Hope looked towards the dress next to her with looked awfully similar to the one in the picture, and at her arm a man who looked just like her father, maybe with a bit less hair but she was sure it's him. The picture was obviously taken in the moment with people mid smile and speaking but they are almost silent but in this moment their eyes meet. Pulling out photo after photo taken exactly when their eyes are locked.
But unfortunately that's something Hope forgot to do, lock the door.
"What do you think your doing?!"
"Josie... I can explain."
Standing in the door way, furious, almost steam coming out her ears was Josie.
"This is moms closet, what do you think your doing in here?!"
"Please calm down, let me explain."
"Even me and Lizzie are forbidden from going in here and have been for as long as I can remember so what gives you the right to nosy round!"
"Because my father has a room similar, filled with old sketches and items."
Although the she was curious and had calmed down slightly with interest, Josie was still furious.
"And why is that important?"
"Because I think my father loves your mom and I think she loves him back."
