She was back at the English ball where she reunited with the beautiful Victoria. This time though, instead of horses pulling carts there were cars and limos parked outside. Katherine hitched her skirts up and entered into the Michelson's enormous mansion. As she made her way through the crowd, towards the one voice she wanted to hear, familiar faces glanced up and smiled. Elena. Katherine remembered the Elena act she had to keep up so she smiled sweetly and waved to the most important people. She scanned the faces in the crowd until her sharp vision focused on the bronze haired Salvatore brother. He glanced up to see her, his calm demeanor changed into anger as she approached. "Stefan", she whispered as she leaned against the wall next to Stefan. "I thought Michael got rid of you", Stefan inquired, keeping his expression neutral. "I'm so glad you missed me", purring she took his hand, "come with me, we need to talk". Again, as Katherine led Stefan up the staircase and through a narrow gang to a white wooden door, she remembered leading Victoria to a similar room. The room was set up as a study, with antique furniture and bookshelves lining the entire wall. "I love you Stefan", she started, her hands were folded behind her back. She was wearing a rose colored dress with streaks of yellow running down the middle. Her hair was in a neat bun, small ringlets hung down the side of her neck. She turned around, her face was somber. "I truly love you", she purred. Stefan didn't move. Katherine smiled. She slammed Stefan against the book shelf, a couple of books toppled down. She pressed her lips against his cold unmoving lips. He pushed her back with such force she landed on the floor, growling she launched herself at him. This time he was stronger, and pinned her into the wall. Katherine didn't fight back. She gazed into his blue eyes. Their lips and bodies were entwined, and Katherine was never going to let go.