"She told me not to tell Angelica. She wants to talk to Tina and I alone."

"I wonder what it could be."

"Well, Lara and I have to get going," Dana said after a few seconds, "I have a match to prepare my student for, then it’s preparation time for the Olympics."

"I’m so excited for you to be going back," Tina exclaimed, "you participated in three, and now you get to coach the next tennis star."

"I know," she grinned, "Lara and I have hired someone to teach us Greek since we’ll be living in Greece for a little over a month!"

"How lucky," Tina exclaimed as we walked our friends to the door.

"Babe, you forget, we lived in Paris for almost a year getting my gallery ready."

"Je me souviens, étant dans cette ville romantique avec vous est le meilleur moment de ma vie."

"Ah, votre français est toujours parfaite … et sexy pourrais-je ajouter mon amour," I reply with a grin.

"Alright you two," Lara said, "before you get graphic in french, remember, je parle français aussi."

Tina and I burst into laughter as Lara points a finger at us. We close the door behind them and lounge in the sitting room, cuddling and talking about our kids and the future. Tina was due to be on set tomorrow to start shooting a new film. She had just finished pre-production and now she was ready to film it. For the next six to eight months she’d be shooting, editing and promoting it. She amazed me with her talents. All the while I’d busy myself with my newest show at the gallery, and teaching my classes at the school.

As we pull into a parking spot at the restaurant, we immediately spot Bex’s car. We walk into the restaurant and we spot Bex quickly. She was dressed very nicely, she usually dressed casual but today she had on nice trousers, and a nice matching top.

"Bexie," I said and she grinned. She got up and hugged and kissed us both.

"Do you mind if I pick the wine," Bex asked and smiled.

"Of course not, we trust your judgement," Tina said and she ordered. We sat for a bit and made some small talk.

"Bex, babe, you know we love you. But why did you ask us to dinner?"

"Well, Aunt Bette, Aunt Tina," she said, clearing her throat and shifting in her seat, "I wanted to ask you a question."

"It’s ok babe, just calm down."

"Ok," she said, sighing, "I know you just found out about Angie and I and I wanted to make things clear that I am not just messing around with her. I am very much in love with her and I am seriously commited to just her."

"We know that love. Because I’m sure you know we’d kill you if your hurt our daughter," I said, and then laughed.

"I know," she said, and smiled.

"I’m sure you didn’t invite us to dinner to tell us just that."

"No Aunt Tina, you’re right. The reason why I’ve asked you to dinner is I wanted to ask your permission to ask for Angie’s hand in marriage."