Elijah watched, he never thought you could look even more beautiful than you already were, he was used to seeing you wearing lace tops and leather jackets, sometimes even leopard print things that on any other woman would look vulgar and distasteful, but they looked delicious on you.

He had been teaching you how to dance, you didn't know how and it was the Mikaelson ball, you would go with the boy you liked, a bespectacled human not too physically attractive, Although the boy was quite the clown, his tasteless nonsense could make all of New Orleans laugh, not because it was funny, but because of how stupid and pathetic he looked. Elijah still couldn't believe it, you, who he had wanted for what felt like an eternity, ever since he met you... You had a crush on that guy? It had to be some kind of cruel joke.

Finally, Elijah had decided he'd had enough, he was sick of seeing you with that idiot, who obviously didn't care about you as he was drooling like a dog after Rebekah. "Would you offer me this dance?" He asked you, holding out his hand to you. Elijah looked so handsome, even though he always wore a suit, this one simply looked divine on him.