Klaus Mikaelson
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You walk into their grand house, in a beautiful gown, wearing a gorgeous white diamond jewelry set. You were so gorgeously dolled up you turned every head in the room.
You glide into the room after handing the door person your shawl, before being turned around by the shoulder by the very man who invited you.
“You wore my gift.”
His tone was smug, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips, dancing in his eyes.