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Bette looked at Tina and winked, holding out her hand for Tina to take.
And she did, eagerly and with a sexy smile on her face, just for Bette.
They faced the Gallery doors together, Bette squeezing Tina’s hand in excitement, her fingers intertwining with Tina’s, they could hear the honking, the crowd outside, the valet runners busy.
The line stretched all the way down the street and in one minute the doors would open for the priority crowd, the movie stars, the big wigs. The limos stretched down the street, waiting, the press on standby.
Bette looked at Tina again, and Tina nodded. Open the doors her nod said. Let’s fucking go.
And so James walked to the double doors and opened them with a flourish and the night officially began.
Hours later, it was clear the opening was a huge success. The crowds, the record sales, the number of people who followed Bette as she walked them through the exhibit. It was exhilarating, it was overwhelming, it was fantastic.
It was glitter and money mixing wonderfully with bohemian and avant-garde, the mood full of excitement and wonder and the conversation buzz joined the music overhead to create a pulse that reverberated throughout.
And in the middle of the Gallery, Charlotte stood, welcoming all to view her art. She graciously extended her hand to Elena and the show was on. Hours later, neither artist had been able to take a break, they were the darlings of the evening. Charlotte adopted a nurturing role with Elena, keeping her close, guiding her through the evening as if they had known each other for years.
Eric lounged casually against the bar, his back to the counter, his elbows propped up, his ankles crossed as he scanned the crowd. He swirled the ice in his glass, loosened his tie. He was on his fourth drink, but the alcohol could not cut through the raging fire in his blood. Across the room he could see Tina talking enthusiastically to a lanky brunette dressed in a black tux. Her hand touched the other woman’s arm as they laughed, Tina’s head thrown back as they giggled together.
He had been watching her all night. Watched her as she moved around the room on Bette’s arm, together, one never far from the other. Bette would place her hand on the small of Tina’s back as they went from one circle to the other. Tina would reach for Bette’s hand as they navigated the crowds, not wanting to be separated.