She walked into the opulent Mikaelson Ball adorned with gilded decorations filled with supernatural beings. She, a mere human, was not aware of the supernatural existence of the ballroom. She marvelled at the opulence surrounding her while navigating the crowd in her elegant and modest gown.

Feeling out of place, she found a secluded corner down the hall and stumbled upon a breathtaking painting illuminated by a candle. The entire Mikaelson family were in the painting, and it was from many decades ago. She leaned closer to the painting when footsteps broke her reverie. She turned and found a tall, dark-haired gentleman standing next to her.

"Quite a masterpiece, isn't it?"