Bette’s POV

“Why am I freaking out?” Bette asked.

“Because and I quote ‘you saw the most amazing blond angel ever, who reached for the same bottle of wine as you and who you will probably never see again’” Alice replied dripping with sarcasm.

“But I don’t even know her name, or anything about her. I didn’t even say anything to her; I just stood there and stared. It was like I was frozen. She smiled at me and that was it. Ill never see her again, and yet I feel like my whole world is spinning out of control. Everything thing I have ever know is suddenlywhat..what is it. I’m not supposed to lose control, especially over a random girl. I’m the one who’s in control, I’m the one who sits back and waits for women to come to me because I know that they will. But I don’t know that this one will.” an exhausted Bette finishes.

Alice looks at her and she cant help the slight smile that appears on her face..she knows what is wrong with Bette and also knows that Bette has to figure it out for herself. Alice does want her friend to be happy and her long time reputation as “love em and leave em Porter” is getting tiresome. So Alice puts on her game face and puts into action a plan to ascertain the disposition of one blond angel. The only problem was finding out who the ***** she was.

“Well maybe this girl will be just what you need to take that ego of yours down a peg” And with that Alice leaves, to conspire about her next step. Alice knows it will infuriate Bette, but at the same time give her something to think about.

Bette, feeling defeated, retreats to her bed to try and get some sleep, but instead lays awake and replays the events of the day that have shaken her to her very core.

Earlier that night.

The day had been normal for Bette, rise at the crack of down, breakfast at the planet and then straight to work until well into the night. Bette loved her job, which was actually felt more like being at recess for 10 hours a day to Bette. She owned her own art gallery and worked very hard non-stop for a year to make it one of the most successful galleries in LA. Though the hours were tedious and stressful, Bette enjoyed herself to tee.