The day of the party arrived and Klaus was determined to make sure that everything was perfect. Caroline was an avid party planner herself and Klaus wanted to make absolutely certain she was impressed.

Klaus was wearing his best suit again and the Abattoir was decorated to perfection. He was confident that the party would be magnificent, and hoped that the night could end even half as good as his fantasies.

He had had a dress made especially for Caroline, from the finest materials intimidation could buy. It was a deep royal blue with real diamond accents, and he was confident she would look to die for in it. He had it delivered earlier and was more than a little excited to see Caroline arrive wearing it (and perhaps a bit hopeful to see her without it on later). He couldn't deny that the mere thought sent a shiver down his spine.

He straightened his bowtie and made sure his hair was perfectly styled. Tonight will be a night to remember, he thought to himself as he stood on the balcony overlooking the courtyard.

The first guests began to arrive, but Klaus refused to move from his spot on the balcony until Caroline arrived. He smirked to himself as he watched for her, his eyes blazing with excitement.

The moment the next guest arrived, however, the smile fell immediately from his face. He made his way down the stairs, frowning as he approached.

"Oh, hello Klaus," Caroline said charmingly, standing confidently across from him wearing a short lilac dress.

"Hello Caroline," he replied, unable to keep from looking down at the pale purple dress she wore. It was certainly not the one he had sent. It looked generic, like something she could have purchased anywhere.

"Is something wrong, Klaus?" she asked innocently. Her tone made him wonder if she had purposely worn a different dress.

"Nothing at all," Klaus told her, smiling again. He wasn't going to let a different dress get in the way of their evening, "It's just that you look absolutely beautiful. Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arm to her.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, "I actually already have a date."

It wasn't until now that he noticed her arm was linked with Marcel's. He threw a quick murderous glance at Marcel before resting his eyes on Caroline again. His smile fell, and he couldn't help but let his disappointment show.

"I see," was all he could manage to say as Caroline and Marcel walked past him.

"But," Carline leaned in closer as she passed him, "I'll save you the last dance."

Klaus returned to his spot on the balcony and sullenly watched the party going on in the courtyard below. Disappointment was written clearly on his face as he watched Caroline dancing happily with Marcel. He imagined himself walking down there and ripping Marcel's heart out of his chest. The thought brought a brief smile to his face. Certainly Marcel knew that he was playing with fire by keeping Caroline from him. The sight of her in Marcel's arms made his blood boil.

Klaus was startled out of his thoughts by another presence on the balcony. He turned briefly to see Camille standing next to him, looking concerned.

"Yes, what is it?" he asked irritably, not taking his eyes off of the courtyard. He could see Caroline laughing as Marcel spun her around.

"For someone who pretends not to care you seem to care a lot," she said. Klaus rolled his eyes at the remark and didn't respond. The way Caroline had her arm draped around Marcel's neck made him sick with jealousy.

"You know, Klaus," Camille continued, "She came a long way just to see you."

"She came here for school," Klaus replied somewhat bitterly.

"If you think she came just for school then you're not as smart as I know you are. She came for you, Klaus."

This time Klaus looked up to meet Camille's gaze.

"Then why would she show up with Marcel," Klaus asked, anger flashing in his eyes, "and only save me the last dance?"

"Do you want my honest, professional opinion?"

"Of course," Klaus replied sincerely.

"I think she wants you to see how you'll react," Camille explained, "So, if you ask me, you'd better make that last dance special."

"Oh," Klaus began, his smirk reappearing, "You can be certain of it."