Stefan flashed upstairs and was standing behind her. He finished zipping the dress up the rest of the way, his hands resting on her upper arms. "You look.. stunning." He complimented, staring at the two in the full body mirror. "Ready to go?" He asked and turned her around, wrapping her arm around his own. "Let's go, your chariot awaits." He said in a old English voice, leading her downstairs. He grabbed up the keys to the car before walking out of the house. It was a humid and dry night, but at least it was warm. Stefan moved ahead of her and opened the passenger door for her to get in. He then closed the door behind her and slid in himself.
Thirty minutes later, Stefan was pulling into an already packed spot. He shut off the engine and opened the door for Charlize. He held his hand out and glanced towards the house, then back at her. "You ready for this?" He asked.
Elena didn't hear Damon come in or approach from behind her. She jumped when she heard him speak and turned to face him. She smiled, a small blush sneaking its way on her cheeks. "Thanks.. you do too." She said, but wanted to take back what she said. Did she just really call him beautiful. "Stunning, I mean. You look real handsome." She quickly stammered. She hoped she wasn't this way all night. "Anyways, let's go." She said, reaching behind him to grab her jacket, the final piece to her dress, and slipped it on. Damon really did look handsome, the Salvatore's knew how to work a suite.