Carline felt stressed, more stressed than ever before and she didn't exactly have time to relive that pressure these days. Planning a wedding on your own was tough. Especially since her fiancé was no help at all, Tyler tried to help really he did he just wasn't seeing the vision like she was. So she cut him off at the knees early in the planning his mother gave her a nice engagement gift, a wedding planner. She felt Caroline's taste was questionable and different. "What does that even mean?" She thought as she rifled through her purse looking for the wedding planner's personal number.

The woman hadn't been answering her all day no to mention Tyler too off early in the day leaving her to lug around wedding décor all around the castle they were staying in. The wedding was in two days and she couldn't help but be freaked out. Making her way into one of the unused room on the third floor she pushed the door open lugging the big box in. And that's when she heard the noises. She smiled to herself thinking she'd just walked in on a couple having sex out on the balcony thinking she might have Tyler up here too spice things up.

She placed the box on the floor carefully tip-toeing out of the room that is until she tripped on one of the antique rugs and feel flat on her face. The loud thud alerted the couple to someone being nearby quickly gathering their things they tied to cover themselves up before they were caught. Caroline stood up dusting off her dress hoping the couple would just ignore her and go about their business. If the silence was any indication, she was wrong. Caroline brought her hands up to her eyes as her missing wedding planner came barging into the room still adjusting her dress on her shoulders.

"Oh Caroline!" she said distress clear in her voice as she backed out of the room pushing back the man she was with to stay hidden from view. "Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt I just I got stuck with the deliveries and I couldn't find you. Though now I see why you weren't answering my call. I'm not paying for this right? You're not on-call for this?" Caroline asks her waving around the other hand not used to cover her eyes.

"I'm not judging just need a clear indication. Carol's gone off sight-seeing which I wanted to do since we got here and now you're here so you can help me finish up and finish my dress fitting in two hours." Caroline says. The woman nods along and says, "Yes I can do that, by the way you can look now." And Caroline removes her hand from her face smiling, "Okay great we can go now Vicky." The woman grabs Caroline's hand hastily and unsanitarily rushing them both towards the door, "Let's go," says Vicki in a rush to leave.

Caroline looks behind her into the room one last time and yells to the man, "Goodbye then nice not meeting you!" nudging Vicki on the arm. "Bye Caroline," he says then he curses as realization dawns on Caroline. "Tyler!" she cries walking back into the room. She slaps him, her mind racing a thousand things running through her brain so much it hurts. Then she calms, "Okay. Okay, I'll see you tonight at the wedding rehearsal." Caroline walks out of the room in a daze, "Vicki feel free to stay here too. I'll go into town myself."

She walks out of the castle numb unsure of what is even happening and how on earth she was so calm when the love of her life was upstairs probably finishing up with the wedding planner. She got into the car they had rented on the wrong side quickly getting out and getting in on the right side. "Excuse me. Do you know where Mikaelson Designs is located?" Caroline finds it in her to ask the man sitting by an outside café drinking water of all things. She looks desperate he thinks as his eyes meet hers apprising her, "American?" she nods. He stands dropping some money on the table before him he points past her with a smile on his face like he knows something she doesn't, "Straight that way on your left two doors from here." The man says smiling at the blonde beauty studying her angelic features and soft curves.

"Thank you," she says in a small voice he outstretches his hand taking her extended one, a shock courses through her as she quickly takes her hand back. "Have a nice day," he says walking backward still looking at her she nods once again and then she's gone. She finds the building door pushing the button for the intercom, "Hello, do you have an appointment?" the woman asks vaguely interested. "Yes my name is Caroline Forbes I have an appointment." she says stepping away from the speaker. "Come in," the door opens automatically and Caroline steps in hesitantly.

"Hello I'm Rebekah Mikaelson, you must be Miss Forbes. Come sit." The blonde woman takes Caroline's hand walking her through the floor Caroline's eyes catch many dresses out of the corner of her eye. This place is like heaven she thinks as she comes to a stop the woman named Rebekah handing her a glass of champagne. "Please be seated, my mother will be with you presently." Then the woman is gone and Caroline takes a sip walking around the room while she has the time.

"Beautiful aren't they?" an older woman asks coming up from behind Caroline taking the glass from her hand, "I'm Esther Mikaelson." She says taking the girls hand in her own. "Of course I'm bias, I designed them." Esther says motioning to the party dresses in front of them Caroline sees the other woman, Rebekah roll her eyes exiting. Caroline nods, "So happy you found your way here, your dress looks lovely." The blonde smiles, "Thank you. It was my dream dress, I'm so happy that you've been kind enough to help me."

"Happy to help out a blushing bride," Esther says as they walk towards the dressing rooms, "This will be your room. The dress should already be in there, if you need any assistance my daughter will be happy to assist you." She leaves once more and Caroline lets out a breath finally having some time to think logically. Why hadn't she killed Tyler? He was cheating on her with the wedding planner! And she walked out like it was just a regular day. What had happened between then and now that she could actually think straight?

The shock that brought her back to reality -the man who gave her directions. Her mind wandered toward him and how he had made her feel when he held her hand in his own. He brought her back "That was strange," she thought as she zipped down her own dress slipping out of her flats and pulling the white dress out of the hanger. "It's beautiful." she says stunned by how she looks in her dress, it fits perfectly and she can't help the tears coming out of her eyes. She spins around looking at herself in the three-way mirror wishing her mother was here with her.

"You're beautiful," a man says from the entrance his face unseen behind the tens of fabrics he's lugging in his arms. She turns smiling to say thank you when Esther walks back in, "Oh I agree with you Niklaus." She claps her hands together smiling as she walks past the man towards her, "No mother I'm fine." He says jokingly. Rebekah comes to assist Niklaus grabbing a few fabric rolls from him his face finally revealed. Not that Caroline notices at first considering his mother is fawning over her design and how it fits like a glove.

She looks up into the mirror spotting his face in the reflection of the mirror his eyes searing into hers making her heart quicken. She gasps at the electricity in the air her throat tight as he continues to stare a smile forming on his lips. He knows her and she knows him from the café he helped her get here. His eyes tell her he knows what he's doing to her too and it immediately makes her turn crimson. "Yes well we know it fits I should take it off and go." Caroline says nervously grabbing at them hem so she can move faster into the dressing room.

His eyes never leave hers even as she walks back into the dressing room her eyes daring him to look away, "God what am I doing?" she asks herself as the curtain slowly closes, her own doing. She falls against one of the walls getting her breathing in order as she hears his mother telling him to rush and put the rolls in the work room for her. She dresses quickly placing the wedding dress back into the hanger and reaching for the plastic wrap zipping up the zipper to keep it protected.

Then she sits down tears streaming from her face the day hitting her tenfold. "What do I do now?" she asks herself in-between sobs. Soon she's wailing drawing attention to herself from the small dressing room and she can't help it. She wants to go home. She wants a drink or maybe some pie. When was the last time she had a carb? She's been so stressed with the wedding and staying in shape. How could she eat or even notice her fiancé was stepping out on her?

The thought makes her cry harder than before without shame she was paying good money for this appointment, well Tyler's mom was. That makes her laugh more than she's laughed in years. So much she doesn't realize when someone joins her in the dressing room squatting down to meet her eyes his hands on her shoulders gently shaking her. "Hey," he says in a low voice trying to snap her out of it.

"Tell me what's wrong?" he asks worry written all of his face and neither of them can figure out why they hardly know each other. "I don't know," she says and she looks even more broken when he realizes she really isn't sure why. "How about we get out of here and I buy you a drink?" he asks in an attempt to cheer her up before his mother hears and rushes over. She nods happily, "Please," she practically begs him placing her hands on his forearms. He looks down at her small hands then up at her pink pouting lips then to her eyes pleading. He smiles and nods standing them up, "Let's go."

She grabs her wedding dress and they rush out the front door he follows her to her car and he gets opens the door for her watching her slide in. He gets in the driver's side grinning, "What's wrong with me?" He thinks as she hands him the keeps and they speed to his favorite pub. Rain starts pouring as they drink beer after beer darkness ascending as the night progresses. She dances to every song. Nik to her joy never leaves her side keeping her mug full and her dance partner position filled and she's safe.

She runs out into the street after a slow dance with him laughing hysterically at something he's said though she's not sure it was meant to be funny. He follows after her the rain hadn't slowed in the last hour and it seemed to be getting worse all those thought leaving him as he sees her spinning in the middle of the street a car traveling down the road towards her. "Caroline!" he calls after her his hands at his mouth trying to make his voice louder.

She hears him and waves him over, "Come on!" she shouts. He can't help but agrees as the car comes closer and she doesn't seem to mind rushing her he wraps his arms around her cradling her as they fall onto the sidewalk on the other side of the road. He lands on her small form his legs between her own pelvis to pelvis her eyes wide with shock for so many reasons. Caroline kisses him. He thinks he should stop this, while he's attracted she's engaged and drunk. She feels his hesitation, "What's wrong? You don't want me?" she asks.

"It's definitely not that." Klaus says swallowing the lump in his throat his eyes raking over her drenched form in his arms. She smiles, "Then what is it?" she asks him moving around underneath him, sidewalks aren't comfortable. "You're engaged, to be married. You're drunk or you hardly know me and were wet on a sidewalk. Pick one. They're all valid." He says his hands roaming her sides. "I'm not marrying him and I'm not that drunk yet." He smiles as she places her hands on him to cup his face, "Now that that's cleared up." he says kissing her senseless.

They hear honking and decide to take their party elsewhere laughing from embarrassment and excitement they run back to her car. "Ah, I'm all wet!" she shouts as she gets in he follows suit on his side and says, "You look good wet." He turns on the car not sure where to go next she says, "I have an idea where to go next. I need more liquor." He nods listening to her intently as they drive in the direction her idea is taking them to. Another place to drink, his brother the only one not working in the fashion house of his mother's is having a bit of a get together and at this time it should be good.

Looking at her smile he turns on the car driving to the one place he knows they won't be bothered, his place. They get there and he leads her inside all of a sudden she's nervous. She's only ever been with two other guys Matt and Tyler, what if she's not good enough. She looks around helplessly removing his coat from her shoulders and placing it on the table by his leather couch. His arm wraps around her waist pulling her to him, "Drink?" he asks handing her a glass with brown liquid in it.

"Thank you," she tells him her hand wrapping around his on her waist holding him closer as she took her first sip. She gulps the whole thing down and he feels her body relax into his as his other hand massages her shoulder his mouth kissing her neck. Quite possibly his favorite place on her at the present moment she places the glass on the table her hand move up behind her into his hair. "Time for bed," he whispers into her ear his hand finding her dress zipper.

The next morning she wakes up not remembering where she is or quite frankly who she is, she looks down and she's in a white dress a fancy looking dress actually. Is she getting married? Her hands check her body for any injuries or bruises of any kind as the last few days pop back into her head. Last night however is a blur as she runs her fingers through her hair. Her left hand gets stuck and she tries to yank it out without much effort her other hand reaching up to pull it out she feels something metal on a very important finger. Did she sleep through her wedding? The way she feels that might make sense.

"This does not look like the honeymoon suite she booked months ago," she thinks as she looks beyond herself towards the rest of the room. The door swings open and a man walks in holding a tray of food smiling brightly towards her, she's a little freaked out. She pulls the sheets up to cover her front and asks, "Who are you?" he laughs heartily at her setting the tray down on the foot of the bed. "I'm Nik, you're husband." The laughter dying in his eyes as the shock flows through her face, "You don't remember me?" he asks his voice tight with something unrecognizable.

AN: hope you like this story! Let me know! Happy Reading!