Previously:

Bette Porter-Kennard Gallery Thursday evening:

———-Rachel——–

As we pulled up Carmen appeared at the door and helped me out of the car she offered her arm and informed me that she would be my escort for this part of the evening. She opened the door and followed me through before allowing me to take her arm again. Bette and Tina greeted us and I could see all of the other. Apart that is from Andy but my heart told me she was here I could sense it. Carmen escorted me around the works on display and I knew the moment I saw it that I had to have it, a beautiful image of the city we stood in taken at dawn sun bathed one side of the shot and darkness the other it was stark and amazingly beautiful I fell in love with it in that instant. Bette came over to see if we were ok and informed me that unfortunately the image had been sold and would leave the gallery later that night.

I was so disappointed I knew Andy would have loved it also. Carmen guided me around the remaining images and then left my side. I turned to see why and there she stood.

She was grinning in that nervous way she had but she was grinning and at me. My heart would not settle as she walked over and presented we with the flower. Beautiful white lilies, my favourite of course. She leaned across and kissed my cheek in a tender loving way. No words were spoken as she guided me with a hand on the small of my back towards the room and our friends. Just before every one could approach she whispered