A few feet away, Tina was lost in thought as well. Her memories took her through the journey that she had made with Bette, starting with that first night in her gallery. A smile crept over Tinas face as she began to recall events and happenings from each year that they had lived together, both good and bad times, these memories served as a reminder just how strong the love was that they held for each other. Tina had no idea what the future held for them, but she knew that they would face it together. Tinas thoughts soon drifted from memories to the immediate future. She wrestled with herself, trying to decide when she should tell Bette the news that she had been wanting to share during this whole trip. Just as Tina was about to make her mind, she glanced down at her watch and saw the timeit was time for her to step outside and meet her wife.

The sun was now creeping closer and closer to the horizon, the sky becoming lighter with each second that passed. Both women stepped out of the cars that they had been instructed to wait in, eager to see their true love. As they emerged from their metal confinements, each woman stepped back in awe at the sight before them. Bette adorned a light blue ankle length Hawaiian print dress, fitted perfectly to her toned body. The tropical flowers that decorated the cloth, accentuated each and every curve of her body, and her bare shoulders covered only in a white shawl to protect her mocha goddess from the chilly morning air. Bettes hair hung in loose curls, just the way Tina liked it, and with the morning light, Bette looked absolutely heaven sent, causing Tina to step back and gaze and her ***** wife.

Just as Bette had taken away her wifes breath, Tina had the same effect on her wife. Tina wore a light yellow dress that complimented perfectly her milky skin. The dress fell just below her knees in the front and tapered off to ankle length in the back. Depicted on her dress was beautiful patterns of bamboo stalks in light brown, which made Tina look absolutely ravishing in her outfit. Add to that the fact that the dress was back less and covered only with a light shawl, and you had an absolutely floored Bette, gaping at her wife.