Bette Porter had it all. At 29, she was the curator at the California Arts Centre. She was Valedictorian of her class, Yale graduate summa cum laude, curator of many museums and shows all over the world: The Tate, the D’orsay, MOMA, etc. Yes, Bette Porter was nothing but achievements. If someone had to use 1 word to describe her it would be successful.

(Author’s note: You know the drill, Bette is amazing and successful, so I won’t really elaborate)

She had great friends, whom she loved dearly; she had a very loving and supportive sister, the famous Kit Porter. Kit was most of the time on tour, but she talked to her little sister all the time. They had a bond neither the distance nor a history of drug and drink abuse or the years apart had been able to break.

She was a very beautiful woman, tall, mocha skin, an amazing body she religiously kept in shape, gorgeous brown eyes and the most breath-taking smile.

Women fell at her feet. In her wild days, Bette Porter was a Lothario, no strings attached, just lust and casual sex. All of the girls she slept with knew the deal, although there was always the girl who thought she was ‘the one’ who could change Bette Porter. Of course, they ended disappointed and depressed, but they knew the deal, it was their wishful thinking that they could make Bette Porter change.

Yes, Bette Porter had it all. Except for a partner, but she preferred it that way, she didn’t have time to romance women, a formal girlfriend needed dedication, attention, devotion, and Bette Porter didn’t have that to offer. She was at the very best of her game, very close to becoming the director of the CAC, if only that good for nothing Franklin Thompson wasn’t trying to undermine her hard work. Luckily, she was slowly gaining Peggy’s trust and that was going to be a huge factor for her.

At the CAC…

 “James, for the last time, I do not exist for Franklin. Tell him I’m meeting a donator, tell him I got hit by a bus for all I care, but I do not want to see that fucking dwarf till the show opening”