Chapter 4 Bette As I slowly stirred from the depths of sleep, my senses were greeted by the familiar surroundings of my own bedroom. The high ceilings soared above, with moldings that spoke of a bygone era’s craftsmanship, a delicate blend of history and modernity that was quintessentially Haussmann. The soft morning light
Bette and Tina appeared to float amongst the bubbles ushering them down the aisle. Bette’s eyes brimming with happy tears, Tina’s cheeks stretched wide with glee. As they made their way to the reception area the couple breathed a mutual sigh of relief as Bette pulled Tina into her, wrapping her arm around the blonde’s
Los Angeles shimmered in its Saturday night brilliance, darting past Bette’s view through the backseat window. Almost a lifetime of memories wove itself into the very fabric of this sprawling city. Almost all of them with Tina, she considered before gently shaking the thought. Bette had opted for her classic black tailored trousers, and a