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    Cure-all, Chapter 43

    Story written on March 1, 2009 by Kword75.
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    Author Notes:

    Tibette beginning… After everything they had been through to finally find their way to each other, they couldn’t bear the idea of being apart, even if just for a few hours.

     

    Disappointed but knowing that they would be reunited soon, the brunette had left her room and joined Phyllis in the lobby, and they had headed to their dinner…

     

    … Well, what she had thought would be a dinner.

     

    Indeed, what Bette had expected to be a private dinner with a few other eminent scientists had turned out to be a huge party, which was anything but private. When they had arrived, the director of the Pasteur Institute, Professor Marolles, had introduced them to his young wife who was a fashion designer well recognized on the Paris scene, and whose work was starting to spread worldwide. Bette had made a mental note to talk to Alice about the woman.

     

    So now the brunette stood, a glass of champagne in her hand, listening to Phyllis’ relentless chattering about some recent ethical controversy… and she was bored.

     

    She hadn’t eaten much. She was hungry, but she didn’t want to spoil her appetite, since she had every intention to enjoy a late dinner with a certain blonde. She had realized with much delight that unlike a formal dinner, a party would allow her an earlier and more discreet escape.

     

    In the car that had taken them to the dinner, she had received a text message from Tina telling her that she would be accompanying Alice to a small gathering but would be back at the hotel early. The end of the message had made Bette dizzy… ‘Will be back early… and ready for you…’

     

    She blushed at the thought and smiled to herself. Then she turned back to the conversation, resolving to make an effort of participation if she wanted to be able to sneak out early.

     

    From the corner of her eye, she noticed that a few men had simultaneously, and not very discreetly, turned toward the entrance and were ogling over some newcomer. She chuckled inwardly. The power of women, she thought. Not that she hadn’t herself fallen under their spell a few times before, but now all of this power was gathered in the hands of just one… And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

     

    “Well, I feel truly blessed…” Their host said, smiling at Bette and Phyllis, “For it seems that some of the most stunning women have decided to gather on my terrace tonight.” As he finished his sentence, his stare was fixed toward the stairs.

     

    Bette tried to suppress a smile in her glass of champagne. French men… She thought, mentally shaking her head.

     

    “Bette…” Phyllis suddenly said, looking in the same direction as their host, “… Isn’t that your friend?”

     

    The brunette gave her a quizzical look, and when her boss nodded toward the entrance, she turned around…

     

    … and that’s when their eyes met.

     

     

     

    TBC…

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    2. aahww its been so long :( missed this! your way of writing is just so good, so beautiful, so professional! *thud* thank you! and please dont let us wait too long before your next update :)

    6. Oh, noooooooooooooooooo ! You didn’t just do what I think you did ?!! Are you kidding us ?!!! LMAO !OK, OK, I guessed you’re entitled to a cliffie once in a while, but n’en abuse pas quand même. You are killing me here ! Anyway, gotta go listen to a song by Paul Anka that surprisingly has been on my mind for a few minutes now. It’s called ” You are my destiny “. Hahaha ! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0meTY7YjqWk

    7. Ca a beau être un tantinet rétro, ça colle quand même mieux que “Destinée” par Guy Marchand et ça a plus la classe ! ( wink ! ) Hahaha !

    9. Oh no. You have hit the stage in your story where I begin to worry that something bad will happen. I always get nervous like this. So, I’ll be wringing my hands with worry in between every chapter from now through the next 20 chapters. I’ll calm down after that. I promise. BTW, when you started this story, I thought your name was familiar but I forgot to check. I now have and it’s great that you are back after so long. Re-reading your prior stories is on my reading list for tonight.

    10. silent reader following your tale from the very beginning… this is such a high class story you definitely got me hooked to this tale of yours.Beautiful to see how much passion you put into these characters. You are one truly gifted writer.

    11. Oh yeah, that is her friend/lover. At least they are at the same party and in the same room. If they can escape the party they will not have to wait for the other.

    15. I wrote something today, but after reading this, mine is sophomoric at best. Guess I will have to go back and start again! Thank you for this very well written, lovely story.

    20. Nooooooooooo, you just didn’t stop there. Welcome back K… have missed you :) I love this story and thank you for posting… waiting for your next post and looking forward to them being together and not being bored at the party! :D

    22. Gosh, isn’t that something they turned up at the same place. So happy for them and now they won’t be bored silly and can escape the party together. Loved the update. PPS

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