Midsummer Night's Ball

Wow. That was a huge revelation. Who would have guessed that the douche bag guy I bumped onto two nights ago is the King of the City?

Dashing and charming Klaus Mikaelson. That accent and those dimples. How could I resist?

A deep and girly part of me is truly swooned by his charms. He is so British and the talented part of him is truly drawing. However, it is not his charms that has me totally flipped. It was the sensitive side that I had witnessed. The pain in his eyes that he tried so hard to hide was interesting.

I wonder so much where it comes from and whether it was from a dark past or was it just simply part of the charms. But whatever it was, I am determined to find out.

But Bonnie. . .

She asked me to stay away. What was the point of that anyway? What is the purpose of staying away from this guy who is only dangerous because he might break my heart? Personally, I think I can handle it. I think I am smart enough not to get tangled up with his tricks. But Bonnie is my best friend. She better have some logical reasons to have warned me to stay away.