Apr 1, 2019
@anditsxsorrows and I plotted a thread - somewhat
After hearing that the Mikaelsons were back in New Orleans, she avoided the French Quarter, by the orders from Marcel. But she had business to do in the French Quarter today, and hopefully not run into any of the Mikaelsons.
Her business ended in good terms and left the store happy, pulling out her phone and started to text her daughter that everything is in order, walking around the corner and crash into someone. “I am so sorry.” She apologized, looking up and she was staring at the familiar face she has not seen in a long time, since she was thirteen years old.
“Niklaus Mikaelson.”