Closed || Stefan + Altheda
Butterflies were encased in the pit of her stomach. This was a new town, she didn’t know anyone. Her daughter was at home with a babysitter and Altheda was heading towards a masquerade ball. She didn’t know why she decided to go, she didn’t know anyone and would be standing there all night by herself. The moment she entered the open-layout mansion, she beelined straight for the bar, obtaining a flute of champagne. A sigh blew out of her lips and she had to adjust her mask, it had been slipping down her face.
Taking another delicate sip, Altheda ventured outside towards where the main event was being held. It was teeming with what must have been all the adults in Mystic Falls and suddenly she felt very isolated. She knew no one here. Her free hand picked up the nervous habit of fiddling with the fabric of her dress. Was it too simple? Too basic? Her nervous eyes refused to meet anyone else’s, hoping to hid the blatant fear they held.
Tonight she was going to be the girl who stood in a corner and drank all night. She was never that girl. Something about this close nit community made her withdraw within herself.













