



(7 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Tina stood behind her desk, her gold framed glasses low on her nose as she shuffled through papers in search of the updated script. The glint of her diamond ring shimmered along the wall as she lifted her glasses to the top of her head, moving her hair away from her face. Just as she




(7 votes, average: 4.57 out of 5, rated)Tina didn’t allow herself to breathe until she got into her car and exhaled a strangled whimper. She rummaged through her bag for her phone, the leather exposing her fallen tears. Her hands shook as she opened her screen to text Bette. She didn’t know why her body was moving at such a hurried pace




(10 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Chapter 18 Two years later Saturday afternoon, Bette is in her kitchen checking on a coffee brewing on the stovetop. She looks up and frowns as she hears the front door open. (Bette) Tee? Tina calls out from the hallway. (Tina) Hey baby, sorry I’m just dropping in. I left my speech here Bette turns