Surprisingly Bette found it easy not to salivate over Tina when the dinner finally came around. However she found it hard to concentrate on the other guests who were curious about her gallery. She gave half-answers; usually Bette went on long spills on the past, present, and future of the Porter gallery. Bette kept on smoothing her hands on her thighs, the clothes she decided to wear was perfect. The dinner was low-key but not casualBette chose a Gucci white blouse, pin-striped black Amoretti pants with sleek high-rise heels. Bette straightened her hair and perfumed herself with a Gardenia. She could see Tina glancing up once in a while but she mostly kept a low-profile, being a good hostess. It took everything in Bette not to take Tinas hand and get out of there. The only reason Bette came was for her, however she underestimated the amount of guests that would be invited. Fortunately, after the food it was mingle time. Bette slowly made her way across the room, talking to this person that person, until she was only two feet from Tina who was talking to a short dump bald man. Take it easy Bette, let her come to you. Bette knew that coming on too strongly after kissing her would probably shake Tinas already uncertain state of mind. Bettes state of mind only consisted of gold hair, peaches, and lips. Just as Bette was going to head for the bathroom she heard Tinas voice call her name. Something very unnerving went through Bettes body; she turned arounda smile dancing around her lips. Tina was there, in all her beauty, with a smile on her pretty face. She greeted Bette and asked when she was actually going to come say hello to her. Bette opened her mouth, nothing came out, and then she burst out laughing. Tina said it so playfully Bette felt foolish. However she appreciated Tinas directness, Bette was wondering how long she could pull the non-chalant cover. They talked about the dinner, normally Bette would be bored too death from such a subject but she wasnt even tuned in. All Bette thought about was how close Tina was, only a half-footso closewhy they were this far yesterday when Bette kissed her. Well she certainly didnt look fazed, Bette got a nervous feeling in her chest, and she felt like control was slipping. Bettes cover was being taken away by Tina. That woman was so intelligent, now they were talking about social issues, so smart and beautiful. Bette nodded vaguely at some point Tina was making, she felt dizzy in this womans presence.