Ok, do you want to say hey then, I really want to meet this Bette now.

Millie was still regarding me with a concerned look, I still felt pretty shaky but now I knew he was here I could deal with it. Even if dealing with it did consist of no eye contact, no talking and in fact ignoring the his whole existence.

Trixie, sweetie are you sure youre all right? If he comes back in the room are you going to be able to handle it?

I couldn’t lie to her, I wasn’t sure if I would handle it.

Ill see how I feel, as long as I have you by my side Ill be fine.

We smiled and leaned in to share a quick kiss. Millie took my hand and held it tightly before we made our way back over to the guests.

There were only about ten people there now, the previous singular group had sectioned off now into smaller groups. The huddled, hushed conversations of one group settling under the shouts and laughter of a more raucous group. It was interesting to see all these eclectic people in one room, the talent and flair oozing out of each person. Their points and opinions on every subject under the category of art and expressionism being interjected and discussed from every angle and objective possible. It was a shame that all I could do was watch in awe at this very distinctive section of society.

As MIllie and I neared the infamous Bette Porter I couldn’t take my eyes off the woman standing next to her. She was radiant; a glowing angel of sunlight, I guess that mustve been Tina. I couldn’t believe my eyes, these two stunning women were *****! It would never even cross my mind if I had walked past them on the street or been introduced to one of them that they were in a ***** relationship. It seemed so new to me, yet it looked almost normal.

Ah, Millie Miller I thought it was you off in the corner. Bette purred, her perfect smile flashing at Millie with a glint in her eyes.