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“Yeah” Dylan confirmed reluctantly, “I need to do the rounds and spread the word.”
“The documentary was wonderful, really.” I said, unable to hide my pride in her achievements. “I’m so glad you got it finished.”
With all the words said, I stepped closer and kissed her on the cheek. That single moment was enough to remind me of how wonderful it felt for the brief time we had shared.
“Go and see to your guests.” I urged with a smile that belied my regret for the opportunity we had lost many months ago now.
Dylan nodded and after throwing me a small smile she turned and disappeared into the crowd of waiting well wishers.
Looking around the room I contemplated my next move. I was sure that there had to be several eligible women in the room but I wasn’t sure I could be bothered with all the small talk. The only woman I wanted to talk to in this room had just vanished, anyone else was merely a warm body for the night, no matter how fascinating they might actually be. Forcing myself to be less of a pessimist I struck up a conversation with a young professor of psychology from NYU who was a tad less than scintillating than I had hoped. I’m forced to admit that I was largely relieved when her social worker fiancée came to whisk her away.
Having made an effort to be social, I resigned myself to the idea of a warm bath instead of a warm body and drained the rest of my champagne glass before placing it on a nearby table.
I took one last look around the room for Dylan but I couldn’t see her in the crowd. Moving to the entrance hall I gathered my belongings from the cloak room and stepped out into the cool November evening.
After making my way down the marble staircase, I raised my hand to hail a passing cab.
“Does your driver have the night off?” Questioned a voice behind me.
My heart leapt in my chest as I turned around to see Dylan casually walking down the steps towards me with her hands in the pockets of her tailored black trousers.
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Helena & Dylan had some very hot scenes in S3, Helena had met her match and it was great to watch as was the chapter to read!
HackGirl, my very sophisticated reaction upon seeing your post was ‘Yay!’ Thanks for this – I hope you find time, interest and inspiration to continue writing & sharing.
Hack is back! What a treat!!! Nice story. (I hope you will also go back to some of your exquisitely portrayed B&T stuff.)
No apologies necessary, cos this is really good. I’ll be waiting for the next chapter. Good to see you posting again, thanks.
Am liking this, keep going with it.
Glad to see you are back! Dyan really was the one woman to truly capture Helena’s heart. Thanks!
i’ve just re-read “if it makes you happy” and so excited to see your post. i scanned through the first few paragraphs and thought it was a Helena & Tina story and couldnt continue. then again… it is you. i could not refuse reading your writing. boy, am i glad i did. hoping to read more. you’ve been missed, hackgirl.
Welcome back. I’m happy to read whatever you post.Please continue.
im happy as a clam reading this. i dont care that its not a b&t story, just reaading your words is a gift. glad your back. thanks.
Wow it really is glad to see an “old” name writing again. First, no apologies for it not being a Bette and Tina story, I truly felt that Helena and Dylan were good together and that there was so much that could have been done between them. This is what Helena needs to pull herself together, to realize that it isn’t all about money (Peggy’s lesson). Good start, post soon and thanks!
I really like Helena and Dylan as a couple and thought they could have had a great story. Glad to see someone else thinks that too.
It is so wonderful to see you back with something new and fun – your writing is always a pleasure to read and enjoy.