Ch. 10

The week went by really quickly and the next thing I know, I was sitting there at the dinner table, listening to art discussions that had absolutely nothing to do with me. Not that I want a discussion about me and art, but the subject was just so dull and lifeless that I cannot believe that I’m here once again, twice within this month.

I’ve already played with my food, another boring dish of salmon and green stuff that I don’t know its name and I don’t eat anything that I’m not already introduce to yet. Thank god I’m still looking hot in my black dress and my new necklace I bought this week to reward myself of a job well done about the Tina situation. Speak of the devil, I looked at my watch again and again and it seems that Tina and Eric are late or my watch wasn’t working at all.

Dana was also there to keep a look out for my ***** because Bette was suspicious enough to hire me a babysitter for the night that she really made sure that I wouldn’t do anything this time around. Wrong. Bette was just so in love at this point that I forgive her for being so blind about what my real intentions were truly about.

Of all the people, she chose Dana. Dana! She was my partner in crime for everything these days. She was worse than I am because she denies that she has a passion for my missions as well. Besides I’m also glad that Shane was showing up late for this show because she really was missing nothing and Shane would definitely bust my flow if I tried anything at all.

I was almost falling asleep. Falling asleep because I was surrounded by boring people. Falling asleep because it was the best thing to do in any kind of situation.

“Are you sleeping?”

“Ouch! Please don’t poke me with your boney arm. All that training is melting your muscles, not building them.” We whispered at each other, keeping up fake smiles around the artists who were still enjoying their wine and dinner.

“Shut up and aren’t you gonna eat? And stop sleeping! This is Bette’s night, show some respect and blend in.”