As Rosalyn scrolled through her phone, texting Grayson and Miranda to check on them and the kids, her heart warmed at the thought of home. She typed out a quick message.

Hi, Grayson and Miranda! How are you doing? How are Elena and Jeremy? I miss you all so much!

As she waited for a reply, her eyes drifted to the date on the screen. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened in realization.

"Tonight is the Masquerade Ball!" she exclaimed, sitting up straight.

Without thinking twice, she grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it across the room, aiming it squarely at the still-sleeping Jenna.

The pillow landed with a soft thud, startling Jenna awake. "What the—Rosie!" Jenna groaned, rubbing her eyes. "What's going on?"

Rosalyn grinned mischievously, practically bouncing in place. "Jenna! Tonight is the Masquerade Ball!"

As the realization hit Jenna, her sleepy expression quickly transformed into excitement. She sat up abruptly, her tiredness forgotten. "Oh my gosh, you're right! Ah! We have to get things ready."

The two women exchanged a look of shared enthusiasm before bursting into giggles.

"We need to get ready," Rosalyn declared, jumping off the bed. First, we must have breakfast at a cute cafe. Second, we must get our hair and nails done at the salon. Third, we must return to the hotel and order room service as we prepare for the Masquerade Ball because getting ready will take forever." She laughed.

Jenna nodded eagerly. "Yes, breakfast sounds good! I can't wait for a full day of pampering. We have to make sure we look stunning for tonight."

Rosalyn beamed, her excitement bubbling over. "Agreed. This is going to be the best night ever!"

The two friends quickly began to prepare for the day ahead, their anticipation for the glamorous evening growing with every passing moment.

At the Mikaelson Manor, Elijah and Klaus stood in front of the ornate calendar on the wall. The date was marked with an elegant flourish—a reminder that tonight was the highly anticipated Masquerade Ball.

Elijah glanced at Klaus, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Tonight will be an eventful evening for more than just us, brother.

Klaus nodded, his gaze lingering on the date. "Indeed. My Beautiful Rose and Jenna have likely been counting down to this moment. It's their night to shine, and I intend to ensure it remains perfect for them."

Klaus turned away from the calendar, already forming a plan. "I'll arrange for a limousine to pick them up and take them to the venue. You, Elijah, will accompany them in the car to ensure their safety and comfort."

Elijah raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement. "And you'll meet us there?"

Klaus smirked. "Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world. But first, we have the morning to prepare. Breakfast, perhaps?"

Elijah gestured toward the dining room. "After you, Niklaus. Though I must say, your sudden consideration for others is... refreshingly out of character."

Klaus chuckled as they walked toward the dining room. "Don't misunderstand me, Elijah. This is about ensuring everything goes smoothly. My Beautiful Rose's happiness is of great importance."

The brothers sat at a table with fresh fruits, pastries, and coffee. As they ate, their conversation shifted between strategies for the evening and lighthearted banter.

Elijah couldn't help but comment, "You do realize Rosalyn and Jenna will have likely spent the entire day preparing for tonight as well?"

Klaus smirked. "And that is why everything must be flawless. Let them revel in their excitement, Elijah. Tonight is a night for memories, and I intend to ensure that My Beautiful Rose's are nothing short of magical."

With their plans set and breakfast finished, the brothers focused on the day ahead, both determined to make the Masquerade Ball an unforgettable evening.

At a charming little café near their hotel, Rosalyn and Jenna sat across from each other, sipping freshly brewed coffee and enjoying buttery croissants. Their excitement for the evening ahead was noticeable as they chatted about the Masquerade Ball.

"I can't believe tonight's finally here," Jenna said, her eyes lighting up.

Rosalyn grinned. "Me neither. It's going to be perfect, Jenna. I just know it."

After finishing their breakfast, the ladies strolled to a nearby salon. Inside, they were greeted warmly and ushered to their seats.

Rosalyn explained her vision for her hair: a regal style resembling Belle's iconic look, which would complement her golden, sparkly gown. The stylist worked skillfully, curling and pinning Rosalyn's dark brown waves into an elegant half-up, half-down style with delicate curls cascading down her back.

Jenna opted for a sleek yet playful ponytail with soft curls at the ends, perfect for her dark green dress. As she admired her reflection in the mirror, she already imagined how the hairstyle would elevate her look for the ball.

As the stylists added the finishing touches, one of them approached with a polite smile. "Ladies, I wanted to let you know that your appointments have been taken care of. A gentleman named Elijah Mikaelson called ahead and insisted on covering the costs."

Jenna's eyes widened in shock. "Elijah?"

Rosalyn smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, well, Jenna. It seems someone wants to make sure your night is absolutely unforgettable."

Jenna's cheeks turned pink as she tried to wave it off. "He's just being... considerate."

Rosalyn couldn't resist teasing further. "Oh, sure. Just considerate. Nothing to do with how much he obviously adores you, huh?"

Jenna playfully swatted Rosalyn's arm. "Stop it!"

Rosalyn laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I'm just saying, Jenna. If Elijah's going to these lengths, maybe you should let him sweep you off your feet tonight."

Jenna rolled her eyes, but the small, shy smile on her lips betrayed her flustered delight.

Once their hairstyles were complete, the women thanked the stylists and stepped out into the Parisian streets, their excitement for the evening growing with every moment. As they headed to their next destination, Rosalyn continued teasing Jenna, ensuring the mood stayed light and joyful.

Rosalyn and Jenna went to a luxury beauty salon nearby to get their nails and makeup done. The atmosphere was chic and inviting, with soft, calming music playing.

Rosalyn opted for a natural makeup look that enhanced her delicate features. Her skin glowed radiantly, and her rosy pink lips added a soft, romantic touch. With her golden dress waiting for her back at the hotel, Rosalyn knew she would exude a real-life fairy tale vibe, channeling Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

Jenna, on the other hand, chose a bold and seductive look. Her makeup featured smoldering smoky eyes and perfectly contoured cheeks, giving her a mysterious and enchanting aura. Paired with her dark green dress, she would look like a siren stepping out of a dream.

When it came time for their nails, Rosalyn chose a soft light pink base with shimmering gold dust, complementing her golden dress and understated elegance. Jenna went with a rich dark green polish enhanced by subtle black dust, a combination that added to her alluring and enigmatic aesthetic.

As the women admired their finished looks, one of the salon employees approached them with a smile. "Ladies, everything has already been taken care of. A gentleman requested to cover the costs on your behalf."

Rosalyn blinked in surprise. "Wait, what? Who?"

The employee handed Rosalyn a small card with a simple message: "Enjoy your evening. – Your Benefactor."

Jenna leaned over to read the card, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Your mysterious Benefactor, huh? Any guesses who it could be?"

Rosalyn flushed slightly but tried to maintain her composure.

Jenna grinned, sensing an opportunity to turn the tables. "You know," she teased, "if this Mysterious Benefactor of yours is this invested in your happiness, I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up at the Masquerade Ball tonight."

Rosalyn shot her a playful glare. "Oh, please. Like that's going to happen."

Jenna laughed, clearly enjoying the role reversal. "Well, stranger things have happened. Just imagine – your very own prince charming waiting to sweep you off your feet."

Rosalyn rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small, secretive smile that played on her lips. "Let's just focus on getting ready for the ball, Jenna."

The two women left the salon feeling more radiant and confident than ever, excited for the evening to reach new heights. As they returned to the hotel, Jenna continued to tease Rosalyn about her Mysterious Benefactor, making the anticipation for the Masquerade Ball all the more thrilling.

While Rosalyn and Jenna were immersed in their preparations for the Masquerade Ball, Elijah decided it was the perfect time to ensure he and Klaus were adequately outfitted for the evening. He led Klaus to one of the finest custom tailors in Paris, renowned for crafting luxurious and elegant formalwear.

As they entered the lavish boutique, Klaus perceptively scanned the racks and mannequins. Ever the refined gentleman, Elijah wasted no time consulting with the tailor about their needs.

"My Beautiful Rose's choice of attire will resemble that of Belle from Beauty and the Beast," Klaus informed Elijah, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. "A golden, sparkling dress that's nothing short of breathtaking."

Elijah raised a brow. "And you wish to complement her ensemble, I assume?"

"Complement? No." Klaus smirked. "I intend to challenge it. If she's Belle, then I shall embody the Princely Beast. Something in dark blue, gold, and white—regal yet commanding."

The tailor, intrigued by the challenge, began pulling fabrics and designs to fit Klaus's request. His outfit began to take shape: a midnight blue tailcoat with intricate gold embroidery on the lapels and cuffs, paired with a crisp white shirt and a subtle gold waistcoat. The ensemble exuded power and sophistication, perfectly embodying the duality of the Beast's character.

Elijah, meanwhile, recalled Jenna's excited mention of her dark green dress at the birthday dinner. "Jenna's gown will be dark green. It's only fitting that I match her elegance."

He selected refined formal attire in deep green and black, with subtle details reflecting his timeless style. A tailored dark green velvet jacket with black satin lapels, black dress shirt, and trousers gave him an air of mystery and sophistication. A black tie and polished leather shoes completed the look, ensuring he would perfectly complement Jenna's enchanting aesthetic.

Klaus glanced at his brother as they stood before the mirrors for final adjustments. "You know, Elijah, for all your talk of rationality, I believe you're as enchanted by your soulmate as I am by mine."

Elijah's lips quirked into a rare, knowing smile. "Perhaps. But unlike you, Niklaus, I have no intention of roaring at her like a beast. I'll leave the dramatics to you."

Klaus chuckled, shaking his head. "We shall see who makes the greater impression tonight."

With their outfits complete and confidence high, the Mikaelson brothers left the boutique, ready to captivate and charm at the Masquerade Ball.

Rosalyn and Jenna stood before the hotel, their dazzling appearances heightened by the soft glow of the evening lights. Rosalyn adjusted the fluffy white shawl draped over her shoulders, the chill in the air no match for her excitement. Jenna pulled her black shawl closer, the dark green of her gown shimmering under the streetlights.

As they stepped outside at the curb, a sleek black limousine awaited them. The back passenger door opened gracefully, and Elijah Mikaelson emerged, exuding timeless elegance. His intricately detailed black mask perfectly complemented his dark green and black formal attire, making him the embodiment of sophistication and mystery.

Elijah's sharp eyes softened as he took in their appearances. "Ladies," he began, his smooth voice carrying a hint of admiration, "you look positively enchanting. Rosalyn, you truly shine like a golden star."

Rosalyn offered a polite smile and dipped her head in acknowledgment.

Then, Elijah turned his gaze to Jenna, his expression deepening with sincerity. "And Jenna, you are utterly breathtaking. A vision of beauty and grace."

Jenna's cheeks flushed slightly, though she tried to maintain her composure.

Ever the gentleman, Elijah extended his hand to Rosalyn first, helping her into the limo with ease. Once she was seated, he shifted his attention entirely to Jenna. Taking her hand delicately in his, he bent slightly, brushing his lips against the back of her hand.

"You honor this evening with your presence," Elijah said softly, words of genuine reverence.

Jenna's blush deepened, but she smiled graciously as Elijah helped her into the limo.

Inside, the plush seats enveloped them in comfort, and the warm lighting of the interior highlighted the excitement on their faces. Rosalyn glanced at Jenna, her smile filled with affection and understanding.

"You do look incredible," Rosalyn said softly to Jenna, refraining from her usual teasing. She wanted her friend to feel as cherished and special as she deserved.

Jenna returned the smile, grateful for the support. The anticipation of the evening ahead sparkled in her eyes as the limo set off toward the Masquerade Ball, the three ready to embrace the magic of the night.

Klaus stood before an ornate full-length mirror, his reflection illuminated by the soft, golden glow of the ballroom's grand chandeliers. The venue exuded an air of elegance, with its high ceilings, intricate moldings, and the gentle hum of classical music filling the space.

He adjusted the lapel of his dark blue and gold attire, the fabric tailored to perfection, giving him the air of a regal yet untamed prince. His silver mask was a masterpiece, sculpted to resemble a beast with subtle but striking details. The mask covered most of his face, leaving only his sharp blue-green eyes visible.

Piercing and intense, those eyes held a storm of emotions—anticipation, curiosity, and a flicker of vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to feel. He smoothed his jacket again, his fingers brushing against the delicate embroidery, before straightening his posture, exuding the commanding presence that came naturally to him.

The ballroom doors opened quietly, letting in a wave of soft murmurs and the gentle shuffle of footsteps as early guests began to arrive. Klaus turned slightly, catching glimpses of masked figures entering, their laughter and chatter blending into the atmosphere.

But none of them mattered. Not yet.

He knew she would arrive soon and felt an unusual tension in his chest. His Beautiful Rose. He could already imagine how radiant Rosalyn would look tonight, how her golden gown would shimmer under the chandeliers, and how her presence would command every eye.

But it wasn't the crowd he cared about. It was her.

Klaus glanced at his reflection, the beastly mask serving as a perfect metaphor for the man beneath it—predator and protector. With a deep breath, he turned toward the center of the ballroom, his gaze now fixed on the grand entrance, ready for the moment she would appear.

The limo glided to a halt before the grand venue, its polished exterior reflecting the soft glow of lanterns lining the entrance. An employee promptly stepped forward, opening the back passenger door with a practiced gesture.

Elijah Mikaelson emerged first, his dark green and black formal attire striking under the evening lights. His black mask lent an air of mystery while his composed demeanor turned the heads of onlookers nearby.

Turning gracefully, he extended a hand to Jenna. She stepped out, her dark green dress shimmering subtly with each movement, her mask accentuating the allure of her playful yet elegant expression. Elijah held her hand securely, his posture protective yet gentlemanly as they began their ascent up the grand staircase.

Next, Rosalyn exited the limo, momentarily pausing at the base of the stairs. She adjusted her white shawl and glanced around, her excitement mingling with a tinge of nervousness. The atmosphere was enchanting, with the rustle of luxurious gowns and the hum of anticipation from guests gathered at the entrance.

Under the lanterns, her golden dress sparkled like liquid sunlight, and the two red roses on her golden mask added a touch of romance to her ethereal presence. She couldn't help but admire the variety of gowns and tailored suits, each guest more dazzling than the next.

"Rosie!"

She turned, spotted Jenna atop the staircase, and enthusiastically waved at her. Jenna's voice carried a tone of lighthearted urgency. Elijah stood beside her, his gaze flickering toward Rosalyn with an encouraging nod.

Smiling softly, Rosalyn gathered the hem of her dress to avoid tripping and began her ascent. Each step she took felt like a small triumph, her heart beating faster with every stride. She caught the admiring glances from a few passersby, but her focus was solely on reaching the top where Jenna and Elijah waited.

Her shawl fluttered slightly in the cool evening breeze as she climbed the final steps. Her nerves gave way to excitement as she prepared to enter the grandeur of the Masquerade Ball.

Klaus leaned casually against the edge of the ballroom, his silver beast mask catching the soft light as he glanced uninterestedly over the crowd. The swirling colors of gowns and suits blurred in his peripheral vision, a dull parade of faces that failed to hold his attention.

That is, until the grand doors swung open, his sharp eyes locked on a familiar figure.

Elijah entered first, with Jenna on his arm. Her dark green gown made her stand out among the crowd. Klaus straightened slightly, knowing that if Elijah and Jenna had arrived, she wouldn't be far behind.

He took a slow step back, blending seamlessly into the crowd while keeping his gaze fixed on the entrance. His breath hitched imperceptibly as the figure he'd been waiting for appeared.

Rosalyn.

She stepped into the ballroom, her golden dress glowing like the first rays of dawn, and the two red roses on her mask mirrored the warmth of her presence. The shawl draped over her shoulders gave her an air of regal elegance, and Klaus found himself captivated by her graceful yet entirely unassuming movements.

At that moment, as if the universe had been orchestrating this very scene, a soft and hauntingly beautiful melody began to play.

The opening lines of "How Does a Moment Last Forever by Celine Dion" floated through the air, wrapping around the room like a gentle embrace.

Klaus felt the world around him blur as his focus remained solely on Rosalyn. Each lyric seemed to resonate within him, touching parts of his soul he thought long buried.

How does a moment last forever?

How can a story never die?

Her steps were careful yet poised, her golden gown shimmering with every movement as if reflecting the song's words. Klaus's heart tightened an unfamiliar ache that both terrified and thrilled him.

It is love we must hold onto,

Never easy, but we try.

The crowd seemed to part instinctively as she walked further into the room, her presence commanding attention without effort. Her beauty was undeniable, but the softness in her warm brown eyes and the quiet determination in her demeanor held him spellbound.

Sometimes our happiness is captured,

Somehow, our time and place stand still.

Klaus realized he'd been holding his breath. Her presence had rendered him utterly still, something no one else had managed in centuries.

Love lives on inside our hearts and always will.

Klaus allowed himself a rare, unguarded moment to feel as the music swelled. Rosalyn wasn't just beautiful; she was brilliant. She embodied a light he hadn't dared to believe he could reach.

Minutes turn to hours, days to years, then gone.

Klaus didn't care about power, vengeance, or immortality for the first time in what felt like an eternity. In this fleeting moment, all that mattered was her—the woman who had become the center of his world without even knowing it.

As the song drew to its poignant conclusion, Klaus's resolve strengthened. Rosalyn was his Beautiful Rose, and tonight, he vowed to protect her, cherish her, and, above all, make her his.

As Rosalyn stepped further into the grand ballroom, her heart began to race. The soft melody echoed her emotions, both heightening and steadying her nerves. Though she carried herself with poise, the weight of countless eyes upon her was almost too much.

Internally, she felt a whirlwind of emotions—overwhelmed, nervousness, and a trace of excitement. Her calm exterior was a testament to her composure, but inside, she was bracing herself for what was to come.

Jenna, walking slightly ahead with Elijah, noticed how the crowd had turned their attention toward Rosalyn. A small smile graced her lips as she caught snippets of the whispers around them.

"Who is she? She looks like royalty."

"That gown... She's breathtaking."

"The golden rose of the ball."

Jenna felt a swell of pride for her best friend, knowing how much this moment meant to Rosalyn, even if she wouldn't admit it.

Turning her head slightly toward Elijah, Jenna leaned in and whispered, her voice tinged with amusement and affection.

"They completely enchanted by her," she said, her tone carrying a quiet pride. "I've never seen her shine like this before."

Elijah glanced at Rosalyn and Jenna, his lips curving into a subtle but genuine smile. "It appears your friend was born to captivate," he replied, his voice low yet warm.

Jenna chuckled lightly, giving Elijah a knowing look. "It's a good thing she has a mysterious benefactor watching over her, isn't it?"

Elijah raised a brow, his expression calm but amused. "Indeed. Though I suspect they will ensure no one forgets that particular detail."

Jenna shook her head fondly and glanced back at Rosalyn, silently hoping she would enjoy the moment despite the overwhelming attention. This was her night, and Jenna couldn't be prouder to witness her friend's radiance.

As the lively sounds of the Masquerade Ball filled the grand ballroom, Rosalyn found herself stepping away from the crowd. She didn't want to intrude on Jenna and Elijah's intimate moment, and the bustling energy felt overwhelming. Standing near a tall window draped with luxurious curtains, she allowed herself to breathe and take in the splendor of the evening.

Unbeknownst to her, Klaus Mikaelson had been watching her from a distance. His sharp blue-green eyes lingered on her, filled with fondness and longing. He couldn't deny her pull on him, a force that seemed to beckon him closer.

Finally, Klaus decided he could not wait any longer. He approached her quietly, his movements fluid and purposeful. The crowd parted slightly, as if they instinctively sensed his presence. Standing just behind her, he softly spoke, his deep voice carrying a gentle, melodic quality.

"You look absolutely enchanting," he said, his tone warm yet slightly mysterious.

Startled by the unexpected compliment, Rosalyn turned to face him. Her warm brown eyes locked onto his, and she was momentarily captivated by the intensity and softness of his gaze. His silver beastly mask only added to the air of mystery surrounding him.

"Thank you," she replied shyly, her cheeks tinged with a light pink hue. Her eyes trailed over his attire, and she couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance to the princely Beast from Beauty and the Beast.

Klaus seemed to notice her realization and offered a small, knowing smile.

"Are we matching?" she asked with a nervous laugh, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest.

Klaus chuckled softly, the sound rich and genuine. "It seems we are," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Fate, perhaps?"

Her lips curved into a small smile, though her heart still raced. "Maybe," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sensing her nerves, Klaus extended his hand slightly, offering a polite and steadying gesture. "I am Niklaus. Niklaus Mikaelson. Elijah's younger brother. You can call me Klaus for short," he introduced himself, omitting any mention of his role as her mysterious benefactor. "And you must be the Belle of this ball."

Rosalyn's shy smile grows when she learns the mysterious beastly Prince is Elijah's younger brother. She places her hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch. "I'm Rosalyn, Rosalyn Gilbert," she replies, her voice steadying.

Klaus raised her hand briefly, his lips brushing the back of it in a respectful and courtly gesture. "A pleasure to meet you, Rosalyn."

Her heart skipped a beat at the unexpected chivalry, and she could not look away from his mesmerizing eyes. For the first time that evening, she felt a sense of calm, as though the chaos of the ballroom had melted away, leaving only the two of them in their own world.