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In the grand tapestry of existence, Carmen Ares stood as a connoisseur of chaos, a sage of disorderliness.to explain it better. To her, life wasn't a vivacious whirl unless it flaunted a certain level of pandemonium.to explain it better Carmen Ares believed that one has not truly lived if they did not say that their life was completely and most definitely fucked up. Here was this ageless vampire, a maestro of mayhem, now feeling like a total nincompoop for jumping headfirst into Elena's enigmatic expedition. A sigh echoed within as she pondered—shouldn't she have probed further, sought the particulars of their venture? Was it the unfathomable passage of centuries catching her off guard or simply a transient lapse in her immortal wisdom?
After the call, she raced to shower. But let's be real, her version of "fast" was always fashionably late by a solid 15 minutes. It was a choice between showing up early and feeling like she'd messed up her look or arriving a tad late and dazzling everyone with that mega-watt smile. She couldn't swing both at once.
As she stepped out of her bathroom, she went straight to the wardrobe room. Carmen realised she had no time to be extravagant, Today's agenda: casual. But for the queen of glitz and glamour like Carmen Ares, "casual" was a foreign language. She, somehow, still unexplainably, settled on black jeans, a simple shirt, and a blazer—her attempt at toning down the sparkle. Snatching her fave golden earrings, she slid into those pumps she knew she'd regret wearing later. Buthey,it'sallinthenameoffashiondisasteradventures,right?
In the winding corridors of the opulent hotel, the brunette navigated with a grace that suggested she owned the place. She breezed past the chauffeur, barely sparing a nod of acknowledgment before commandeering the driver's seat herself. Racing down the highway, she suddenly realised her proximity to the Salvatore house, prompting her to summon Elena Gilbert with the efficiency of a drill sergeant.
"Be there in 2. Come out."
Carmen, a woman rarely caught off guard, found herself dumbfounded by the sight of the vampire she'd recently injured accompanying them. The brunette observed the supernatural pair hustling into the sleek black jeep, exchanging a quick, almost conspiratorial glance with Elena before diving into the fray.
"Hello, dear. Rose-Marie, was it?" Carmen quipped, a sly smile playing on her lips, relishing the fact that despite the vampire's kidnapping and assault, she still held the upper hand.
The vampire in the backseat seemed on edge, sending shivers down her spine. Was it fear or attraction? The question lingered. But don't fret, Rosie, everyone feels that way.
