As the evening unfolds Bette and Tina move together easily from one group to another. Sometimes Bette stands a little behind Tina, letting her shine. Other times, they stand side by side, matching energies and finishing each other’s jokes. There are stolen glances, soft touches Bette adjusting the strap of Tina’s dress when it slips off her shoulder, Tina brushing invisible lint from Bette’s lapel. Each moment, small and quiet, but intimate.

They don’t need to be loud to be seen. Together, they simply are undeniable, present, and unfolding something quietly beautiful in the middle of a crowded room

Lara watches them with a warm smile, clearly approving.

Lara (smiling, nudging Tina): I like her. She really sees you.

Tina’s smile deepens, and she sneaks a glance at Bette who, even while chatting across the room, never strays too far.

Helena stands nearby, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She’s always questioned Bette’s ability to commit, but tonight, even she can’t ignore what’s in front of her Bette’s steady presence, her quiet attentiveness, the ease with which she fits beside Tina.

Helena (low, raising an eyebrow): We’ll see how long this last.

Meanwhile, across the room, Henry lingers at the bar, a few drinks in. His grip tightens around his beer bottle as he watches Tina laugh, her fingers grazing Bette’s arm. The way Bette keeps her close, the way Tina leans in, comfortable and glowing it twists something bitter inside him.