There’s something about walking the streets of New Orleans that feels oh so empowering to Katherine. I mean, call this a hunch, but it probably has something to do with the long pesky year her doppelganger wench Elena Gilbert bought her a one way ticket for.
But one shall not dwell. Especially over the memory of her poor feet no longer being able to withstand those six inch, five-hundred dollar boots. Yeah, that was kind of painful... as well as a few other little details that shall remain nameless.
Except little delicate Elena’s forgetting something. That trip wasn’t just one way. No, the elusive Katherine Pierce is back, and better than ever. And more importantly? With a vengeance, where the sound of her new Louis Vuitton boots meeting the wooden floorboards leading into the Rousseau’s bar is like music to her ears once more.