Worth it Chapter 4

So Betteare you in the sharing mood? Lenore turned to pose her question.

Bette turned her gaze back to meet several pairs of questioning eyes.

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Bette sighed as she took Tinas hand in her own, interlocking their fingers together. She placed her left hand over the grip she had on Tina, squeezed firmly but quickly and returned it to the armrest by the window.

I had just graduated from college. Believe it or not, I made it through those tumultuous four years without it having occurred to me that I might be attracted to women. Bette started with a thoughtful look. I was very driven to succeed though, and once I had my mind focused on a goal, there was little that could distract me.

Bette Porter driven to succeed, hmm, Im just trying to imagine what that would be like, Alice stated, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Shane leaned forward, flicking Alices head with her middle finger to discourage her from rambling on. Alice flinched, but kept quiet as Bette continued.

I had secured a prestigious internship at the National Museum of Modern Art in Paris. I had somehow managed to work my way through an in person interview that convinced them I was proficient enough in French to warrant the offer. Those internships sound a lot more interesting than they are by the way. What it boils down to is six months as a glorified slave with unlimited access to breathtaking works of art. And an excellent addition to your professional resume of course.

I arrived in Paris full of awe and expecting inspiration around every corner. Theres just so much history there, I couldnt wait to make some of my own.

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Elizabeth Porter, world traveller, she thought to herself as she looked over the city from the top of the Arc de Triomphe. She had spent the better part of the last two days trying to adjust to the time change and now she was ready to venture out and take on this world class city. What better place to start than this historic locale?
The thirteen major avenues leading to the Arc were alive with late afternoon traffic. This part of Paris was always hectic not only because of the central location but also because of its significance as an historic landmark. Bette dug through her day-pack to find her tour guide. She skimmed the worn book for information about the landmark as well as the exceptionally busy roundabout where it is located. She felt a presence before hearing the question.