Bette laughed, wiggling her fingers around as if she were a child. Tonight was her night, not only to finally show the world what she had been working so hard on, but to be happy, to be herself. We should get inside, Im sure that people are wanting to discuss this exhibit.

Alright but dont forget about us 3 musketeers. Shane nodded towards Alice and Dana who were each downing what seemed to be their 2nd drink. I love you babe. She embraced Bette quickly, inhaling her tantalizing scent.

Love you too. And please keep an eye on those two. A finger was thrown over her shoulder towards the famous duo.

Shane stood watching for a few moments as Bette found her way through the crowd, receiving compliments from many of the visiting patrons. What did I do to deserve this mythical creature? This goddess. Me, the little street rat who does what she wants. If this isnt love, what is? Shane pondered, wandering towards the bar where she ordered a drink and watched Bette work her magic.

**

Tina Kennard gently hooked her arm through Erics elbow and continued into the museum. Before they even reached the door, Tina heard the music sifting through the open windows, the chatter of many entertained artists and collectors seeping in along with the soft beat. She smiled at Eric who was more than enthused, in fact, every word out of his mouth during the past 2 hours had been about how excited he was to finally see a Bette Porter show.

-its like she knows exactly what the world wants to see. Eric said proudly, looking down at Tina from his rather short stature.

I know Sweetie, youve told me that one at least 6 times in the past 5 minutes.

Im just stressing the importance of us being here. He shrugged, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her waiting lips.

Tina forced her smile, she knew that soon enough hed discover the truth and head towards the door with his tail between his legs, or his eyes a-blaze. Either way, hed be disappointed. Well, best enjoy this while I can. Tina thought, sweeping a few soft waves of sandy hair from her eyes. Instantly she met the eyes of the blonde girl, Alice? from The Planet. She turned away quickly, tugging at Erics arm so they faced an awfully confusing piece of art.

Wow, Tina I didnt know you had such good taste. He studied the portrait carefully, and neither of them had realized that one mocha skinned woman stood behind them, watching their reactions.

Lost In Storm by Jose Rojas. She offered, placing a gentle hand on Erics broad shoulder. I take it that you know real art when you see it.

Tina froze. Her body was numb and her mind was working overtime. It would only be moments until Eric turned and came face to face with his favorite ***** gone art director. She plastered a smile on her tired lips, turning.

Wow, its…Tina its- Eric was stunned.

Bette Porter, The beautiful woman smiled and extended a gentle hand, which Tina shook, Eric looked reluctant but he shook as well.

Tina Kennard. She whispered, taking the chance to look over every last feature on the womans face. I am Tina Kennard-.

TBC VERY SOON