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Two years have passed, time flies.
Two months after she met Carmen and Shane, she finally agreed Candace go out with her.
During that time, she didn’t stop searching for Tina, she looked in the underworld, searched the brothels, even went back to the mansion, made sure that her body wasn’t being left unfound…and she found nothing.
Feeling exhausted by society, Bette decides to take a rain check for the rest of the event.
“Ugh…Candace, where are you?”
Bette is now walking around, trying to find her girlfriend, who has disappeared again, probably having some great talk with someone else.
Taking a look at every soul in the congregation, none of there has seen her girlfriend, she sighs.
How much she wishes she could be at home, wearing her comfortable pajamas, drinking her favorite wine and just simply watching a movie?
Why it’s so hard to have a peaceful night at home…?
A waitress suddenly bumps into her, with a loud splash, all the beverages on the tray she’s holding spill onto Bette, dampen her new uniform.
Bette jumps away, but it’s already too late. Within a few seconds, her uniform turns into a dripping rag.
“Jesus Christ!” This night is getting better and better.
The detective says angrily while washes her hand off the champagne and wine, she’s already frustrated about the tedious party, and now this. Really push her temper onto the edge, very close to going crazy.
“I’m so sorry…” The waitress says, she quickly takes out a clean towel, intends to help her. But Bette only angrily yanks her hand away.
“Please forgive me, ma’am I didn’t mean to—”
“What the hell were you doing?” Bette says in greeting teeth. “Is this how you do you your job? Crashing food and drinks on others.”
“I’m so sorry ma’am, my mind suddenly blanked out, and I lost my balance…are you hurt? Please let me take care of your clothes…I—”
The waitress tries to take over Bette’s dirty clothes, but her hand again being slapped away by the brunette.
“Don’t touch me!” Bette says bitterly, while she glares at the woman annoyingly. “Don’t you ever…”
The other half of the words stuck in the detective’s mouth cannot come out, like being clogged up by something.