“Are
you ready?” I ask Bonnie.
She
gives me a threatening look, “If you’re teasing because their family thinks I’m
a weirdo, then no. But if you’re serious, then,” she sighs, “I guess I am.”
I
give her an encouraging smile. “Bonnie, don’t get nervous. I’m sure their
family is going to love you. It just takes a while, you know. No parent is
cool when people date their kids. Trust me, I know. Trust me, I know.” Of
course, I know. Try being the daughter of the town sheriff, then talk to me about overprotectiveness.
Giving
me a nod, she swallows in an uneasy lump in her throat and opens the car door.
I open the door from my side and clutch my purse ever so tightly. My eyes
wander around the venue. Looks exactly like how I remembered, but more
presentable. It’s now a museum after all. Not that there was anything wrong
with the place before the renovation.
The
renovation just gave the place a little more excitement and flare. It brings
more sophistication and modernization to a primal looking structure. A water
propelling fountain sit opposite the mouth of the museum, and a plant silhouette
of an exposed woman stand beside the fountain. It gave the place more artistry than
its original blueprint.
A
man wearing a hat escorts me to the door. Along the doors await the beautiful
and blonde, Rebekah Mikaelson along with her elder brother, Elijah. I didn’t
expect to encounter Rebekah tonight. Elijah, I’m prepared for, but the sister?
She’s still not over me protected with my own load of vervain — well, Bonnie’s
load — so I thought she would be scouring the whole town searching for her own
dummy to torture to release her anger.
