"Opening day; how do you feel, love?" Klaus asked as he propped his feet up on the counter, tilting back in his chair. Caroline was checking her hair in the mirror, repositioning some pieces.

She turned to Klaus. "Nervous, of course. Do I look okay?" She was wearing a pale yellow dress with black polka dots. It had a sash at the waist. She wore black, strapped peep toe wedges on her feet and her nails were even painted black to pull the outfit together.

"You look as beautiful as ever, Caroline." Klaus said as he stood up and walked toward her. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against him. He kissed her softly on the lips. "I do believe you have your first customer."

A young girl around Caroline's age walked through the door at that moment. She looked trendy enough, a little hipster, but Caroline had a broad selection of clothes available and knew that she could find something suitable for her. She walked up to Caroline and Klaus and said, "Bonjour."

Caroline took a deep breath and tried to remember the French that Klaus had been teaching her. She replied, "Bonjour. Comment puis-je vows aider?"

Klaus just smiled and backed away behind the counter. He picked up the book that he had brought and got lost in it as more customers came in and Caroline went about her business. There were three other workers in the store to assist Caroline in her sales, one stood near him behind the counter; a young male who seemed nervous to be near the original vampire, Klaus could tell from the rapid beating of his heart. He rolled his eyes and went back to his book.

The move to France had been an easy enough decision. Caroline had always wanted to see Paris. As a fashionista, it was an obvious choice. Klaus had managed to get her a beautiful location right in the heart of the fashion district. He already had a home in Paris and Caroline had fallen in love with the city upon arrival. Let's never leave, she had said. Of course, this meant abandoning everything he had been working for in New Orleans behind.

Maybe one day he would return and claim his empire back from Marcel, but now was not the time. He couldn't care less about the witch problem or the werewolves. Elijah would remain in the city, keeping an eye on all of the happenings but Klaus cared not for that trivial nonsense anymore. He wanted to be with Caroline, that was what made him happy and he wasn't about to let anyone take that from him.

Caroline switched the sign from Open to Closed when the time came and she sat down on Klaus' lap out of exhaustion. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned her head against his shoulder. Her employees were folding clothes and restocking from the room in the back. She watched them like a hawk as she said to Klaus, "Can we go home yet?"

He smiled and replied, "Not until they've finished and you've done the paperwork."

"There's paperwork? No one mentioned paperwork!"

Klaus laughed, "Of course there's paperwork. This is a business, Caroline. You have to document what you've sold and the money that was brought in, even in France, love."

Caroline was pouting and she turned to face him properly on his lap. She gave him her best puppy look as she ran her hand down his chest. "Is there any way that I can get you to do all of that stuff for me? We both know that I'm terrible at math."

Her hand kept sliding down until he finally let out a quiet moan that he muffled with a cough. "You win, Caroline."

She slid off of his lap and clapped once in excitement. She kissed his cheek quickly and said, "You're the best!"

Klaus grinned to himself with his back to her as he began to count down the register.

An hour later, Klaus locked the door and offered Caroline his arm as they set off down Rue de Turenne through the lovely district of the Marais. Caroline looked back at her shop. The large glass windows with the glass door and silver handles. Above on the black top of the building read in large silver letters "Vêtements Mystic". The name had been Klaus' idea, it literally meant "Clothing Mystic" — a tribute to where Caroline grew up, Mystic Falls.

They walked along the River Seine, through the remainder of the 1st Arrondissement along the River Seine that led them right into the 8th Arrondissement, which they lived in. The Mikaelson's had an old home built in the 1800's among several others like it. It was a large mansion built right up against the street at 4 stories high. Caroline had fallen in love with it immediately. Everything from the grand foyer with it's huge gold chandelier to the ornate crown moldings. She particularly loved the large balcony located on the fourth floor that overlooked the river which was directly behind the house. And, right across said river, they had the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. She would sit there and read ancient books with Klaus by her side and truly enjoy herself for the first time in her life.

She had finally escaped the complicated life in Mystic Falls with someone she had never thought she would. Niklaus Mikaelson had proved to be the best boyfriend she had ever had. He treated her like she was the only think that mattered to her in the whole world and she needed that. Sure, she missed everyone at home, but he made her feel at home in Paris. He was all that she needed to feel like she was whole.