I'm a little disappointed because I made the invitation really cool but for some reason when I uploaded it, it turned out how it did. I'm really happy that so many of you have read this. I have the next chapter ready and it will be uploaded tomorrow. Maybe tonight. Depends on how far I get. Much thanks to Catherina1996. Out of the hundred visitors, you were the only one that reviewed. I am truly grateful. I know the chapters are short, but I'm finding they get longer as I go on. I also wanted to convey the line of lyric by what's going on in that chapter. So there is a reason to this madness. Kinda. Hahaha Thank you all.
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Caroline would go. She needed something other than her everyday bore. And this "Klaus" intrigued her. Why would someone she didn't know invite her to his ball? It was supposed to be held the next day and she needed to shop. So she called the females in her Scooby Gang.
"Tell me why we are doing this again?" Bonnie whined as Caroline struggled out of the 12th dress in that store. Elena turned towards Bonnie. "Oh no! Spending more than an hour in a dress store when we could be reading spell books. How will we ever survive?" She chuckled at Bonnie. "They are called Grimoires. And they have saved your ass a few times." Bonnie replied with a glare. Caroline and Elena returned the stare until, they all burst out laughing.
"Well it wouldn't be so bad if I had someone to impress. But I don't even know any guy going." Bonnie slumped in an empty chair in the dressing room. "I don't either. And I don't know if I should be freaked out by Klaus or not." Caroline admitted. "You both know Damon. He's coming." Elena informed them with a smile. Caroline smirked at her. "He is so whipped that he hardly counts as a guy." Elena crossed her arms and huffed. Finally, after the 23rd dress, Caroline found the right one. Everyone shared a sigh of relief as they exited the store. "Who knows. Maybe we'll both find a Hottie McHottie." Bonnie nudged the blonde and grinned. "Maybe." She whispered in response, low enough to be the only one to hear it.