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New Orleans – French Quarter- Present
Heels clicked on the hard pavement of the sidewalk as the determined art gallery owner opened the doors to Marie’s Studio. Looking around, she admired the walls; decorated with numerous acrylic and oil paintings-just as she has seen in the pictures.
“You must be Bette Porter?” a young African American woman said, coming from behind a beaded curtain.
“Yes,” Bette answered, giving the young woman a wide smile. Reaching her hand out, she gently shook the woman’s hand.
“I’m Marie’s assistant, Jewel,” the younger woman said, shaking Bette’s hand. “She is currently with someone now, but it shouldn’t be long.”
“Thank you,” Bette nodded as she looked around the room.
“So…where are you from?” Jewel asked, looking the woman up and down.
“L.A.” Bette smiled. “Just got in this morning.”
“You came all the way out here to meet with Marie?” Jewel asked, cocking her brow. “I know her paintings are good, but…”
“Well,” Bette smiled, “I have a few meetings lined up for me the next 2 weeks. Hopefully, I can convince some of these local artists to have their work shown in my studio. I’m doing an exhibit on-well, I guess you can say the supernatural.”
Jewel smiled as she sat down at the front desk. “Well- I guess you came to the right place….”
“Hopefully,” Bette smiled before walking towards a wall to examine a painting.
Jewel looked up at the clock and sighed, “I will go see what is taking so long, Bette. I will be back soon.”
“Okay,” Bette smiled towards Jewel as she watched the young woman disappear behind the curtain.
Jewel knocked hesitantly on the door, slowly opening it up.
Marie looked up from her desk that she was leaning over, “I’ll be done soon.”
Jewel looked down at the blonde, who sat patiently in the chair.
“Bette is here.”
“I’ll be done soon,” Marie repeated, looking at the blonde- eyes narrowing.
Jewel nodded as she closed the door, leaving the two women alone.
“You are just going to keep causing problems, aren’t you?” Marie asked the woman who was casually sipping on a dirty martini.
The blonde cocked her hazel eyes at the Voodoo woman, “you broke our deal, Marie. My girls and I are pissed.”