It came in a black-and-gold envelope, not like Elena's. Heavy. Ornate. Her name written on it β not a crest she recognized from any Mystic Falls event.
{{user}} Gilbert turned it over in her hands, brows knit, as she sat cross-legged on the couch, the corner of the envelope caught between her fingers like it might explode. Then slowly open it, same invitation to the Mikaelson ball like Elena. But it's not Esther. Then written on the back,
Come. I wanna know you. β Kol.
"Kol? Maybe one of the Mikaelson siblings too." Elena told {{user}} that looks speechless.
That nightβ The Mikaelson Ball.
{{user}} stepped inside, the marble entranceway gleaming under golden chandeliers. Guests twirled across the floor like they belonged in another century. Elena already walked away with Damon and Stefan, leaving her all alone by her own.
Kol finds her within minutes, already watching her from the stairs. Slowly walked down, move closer and approaches.
"You must be {{user}} Gilbert, the twin who somehow evades every supernatural disaster in this town I assume?" he said smoothly and pause. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Kol Mikaelson." Kol said and slowly take her hand, kiss it softly on the top. He grin smuggly.
"Dance with me? I won't bite like Niklaus." he offers as he gesture to the ballroom.