Chapter Three

Bette Porter POV

Bette was heading towards the gallery, where she had a meeting with an artist. She wasn’t really looking forward to it, but she knew how important it was.
She thought about last night, about Cassie. She wondered when she’d ever have the guts to break up. She wasn’t in love anymore, but she just couldn’t tell her.

Cassie was a wonderful person and Bette realized how lucky she was, but she felt like she couldn’t make it. She couldn’t break her heart, not after those four years they spent together. Cassie was a beautiful, intelligent, creative woman, but she was also a bit edgy. In the beginning Bette had seen that as typical for an artist, but lately it just got annoying.

As she entered the building, her cellphone rang. She looked at the display and saw it was Cassie. She sighed and picked up the phone, trying to sound enthousiastic.

“Hey, something wrong?”
“No, why would there be? Jesus, Bette, does there have to be something wrong in order for me to call you? What do you think of me? You should know me better by now…”
“I’m sorry, Cas. Didn’t mean it like that.”
“Okay. Well, I wanted to ask you something about our marriage.”
“Wait, our marriage? Are we gonna get married?”
“Oh my god, Bette! I can’t believe this! Of course we are. Remember, we would get married if we laster for five years.”
“I know, but… look, Cas, we need to talk. I just gotta go now, I have a meeting and I don’t have time for this.”
“Is it a woman? Is she hot? You never have time for me, but you always have time for those artists of you! Are they more important than me?”
“Cas, you’re being ridicolous. I have to go.”

Bette practised a big smile and went inside. Luckily, Vincent Carlisle wasn’t there yet. Bette guessed he was one of those people who wanted to show how important they were. She went straight to her office to get some paperwork done.

She couldn’t keep her mind to it. The night before she had went out with Cassie, a rare date without any discussions or poisonous remarks from her girlfriend.
At the restaurant, in the toilet, she had met an amazing woman. She had seen her right away, but didn’t feel sure enough to talk to her. What if she would think she was some kinda weird freak?