Tina was on the terrace surrounded by her mother’s friends who were busy dishing dirt on political figures, artists, whatever benign conversation was to be had, but she couldn’t take her eyes from the terrace doors. Melvin was busy playing host but took a moment to note Tina’s distraction. “I know this is probably boring for you, my dear, but if you have enough martini, I promise, it will get interesting. Tina smiled, “No, it’s not that. I…was just wondering where the ladies room might be.”

Melvin walked her inside and said, “It’s right through the foyer on the left hand side. You know where I am if you need anything.” Tina smiled graciously and releasing Melvin’s arm, made her way to the foyer. Once far enough away, she turned back to make sure he was gone and walking around the large living area, noticed the paintings leading up the staircase. “He has a way of planning the fun out of every event.” Tina tightened and quickly looked behind her where Bette was now standing, wearing a tight black cocktail dress and heels. “You look different,” Tina said with indifference.

Bette frowned, “Different from what?”

“Oh, no, I saw you before, remember? You were wearing a different outfit.” Bette smiled, “Oh, yes, I had to change…for the party…”

Tina gave her a once over. “Well, you look very nice, that’s all. I really like your dress,” she said, before returning her attention to the paintings. “Did you do that, is that one yours?” Bette looked to where Tina was pointing and said, “No, that is one of my mothers. Why? Do you like it?” Without looking away, Tina said, “Yes, I like her use of color. I can tell she did all of these just by the color pallet.”

Bette became impressed and taking a place at Tina’s side, said, “Well, you have an eye for color concept because you’re right. They’re all hers.”

“But, not the one on the wall over there,” Tina said, leaning her head toward the study. “You’re right again. That one would be mine. I did that my last year of college. My father is so proud of it, as you can probably tell.” Tina walked passed Bette, causing her to stir. “Now go easy on me, that was my first time using oils.”