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SECOND CHANCES 13. The date
We longed for each other said Bette changing the conversation. I told you, this is right, we deserve the right to try. I don’t love Helena and you don’t me love, but we like each other much more than any other woman,… let’s try… I’ve dressed for her waiting your body to react to my effort, the same you’ve done…so…
Let’s try… but we’ll finish this chat later… I want you to explain what did you meant by that about me making you scream my name.
Time to go inside… said Bette.
During the next 165 minutes of music plus half an hour of interval they enjoyed the music, the actors, the well done staging, and overall, they enjoyed the company.
They left the opera building and headed into the limousine that drove them to the restaurant. Once more Helena realised how much Bette had planned the night, the car, the opera, the restaurant. The place was a perfect choice for a first date, it was a nice restaurant, not as amazing as going to Michael Psilakis’ or Mario Batali’s places probably the most important chefs in all New York, but this place,… simply fit with the night.
Waiting for the waiter that will show them their table Bette smiled at Helena who was looking all around her like a kid in a new place.
I see you like the place. I’m glad.
Long time, Bette. Said a female voice. I’ll take care of them Kristian, thank you. Said the woman to the young waitress that was about to ask Bette for the reservation.
Thanks, yes it’s a long time, how are you? Helena was surprised, the woman seemed to be the owner or something like that and Bette was being very friendly to her, maybe even affectionate and Helena had only seen Bette being affectionate with the girls at home. Helena, let me introduce you. This is Ana, the owner of the Phoenix, we’re old friends… Ana, this is Helena, she’s a… she is a very good friend.
Nice to meet you Helena said the blonde woman shaking Helena’s hand.
My pleasure. Helena’s British ways were doing her best.
Ok, let’s go to your table. I’ve done my best, I hope you enjoyed the night. Ana had lead them to an isolated table, away from indiscreet looks, it was a peaceful table and romantic as no other.
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That was cold. How could you stop there? LOving this story, so please continue it. You’re doing great!
yes, how could you stop there?? DON’T stop there…oh, you already did…:( But at least we will be picking up at a wonderful place next chapter! Now, why didn’t Bette wear the wonderful white dress she found, to the opera, and what was Helena wearing??? What sexy thing did she wear for Bette? See, since they were wondering how sexy to be for each other, we have to know what they decided, of course we all know, the sexier the better, including the underwear!!Post soon soon soon PLEASE!
You are doing great with this story. TEASE!!!!! That was alittle mean to end it the way you did. Great Update Thanks PPS