"Well it’d be lovely to have the company." Aria was now excited to spend sometime with someone new. After Bette explained that she was normally busy, Aria called over to the dressing room with a question. "What do you do that has you so busy?" This woman was very interesting to Aria. She seemed power, like a lawyer or an executive of sometime. Bette definitely looked like she could boss people around and they would listen.
"Well I guess we should head to the register and then to another store." Aria didn’t want to seem like she was hurrying Bette along or anything, but she was ready to head to something a little more her style. It wasn’t that this store wasn’t nice, the clothes were beautiful and exquisitely made, it just wasn’t exactly what Aria wanted. She didn’t need anything close to the fancy dresses in there. "Where should we go?" Aria asked, knowing that Bette would know the shops better than she did.
"I’ll be that company, although don’t mind me if I have some calls to make and receive, work is still work." she said seriously changing her clothes inside, she didn’t expect the girl to ask a question while she was dressing though, but as she removed the dress and changed back into her work clothes she spoke "I, work at the CAC Art Gallery as an Art Director, you might want to come and visit sometime there, if I’m not tight with projects, meetings, some bits and pieces of arrogant clientele, some unsure workers or problematic students, I can give you a tour - although tough luck sometimes, I’m usually busy." she shrugged on her blazer and ruffled her hair back to it’s normal curl before opening the door.
"What about you then? What do you do, schooling? Dancing perhaps?" she asked as she was fixing her things only giving a glance and a small grin at her mention of dancing. She hoped she was right on the spot. They both went towards the cashier and while Bette paid she asked "What kind of clothes do you like to wear? I’m guessing from what you have now, well, let’s find something to mix and match?" she took out her card to pay and thanked the cashier afterwards walking out the store. "There are some blouses down at the second floor together with nice skirts, I think there’s a good place down at Antoine’s Apparel, we can try there." she walked along the mall, heels clicking on the tiles with a purpose as she pushed buttons on her phone. "There are some nice shoes over just a few shops on the right from Antoine’s, so if you like boots or heels they would have- of course if that’s still their place." she smiled "as I said, busy, I haven’t been shopping for a long time."
With a smile, Aria nodded and waited patiently as Bette headed to the dressing room. She looked at the other dresses in the shop, her fingers lightly touching one or another to feel the fabric against her skin. Some were silky and soft, others were coarse but elegant, and all of them were beautiful. As she touched the few that she was considering, Aria wondered who this woman was. She knew her name was Bette, but why was she in such a dire need for this dress? Was it for work? Or maybe the ballet or a night at the opera.
When Bette exited the dressing room, Aria noticed that her hair had changed. She looked lovely and Aria waited a second before saying so. “You’re right, it is perfect.” Looking over the way the dress fit Bette’s body snuggly, but not too tight, Aria was reminded of when her mother would get ready for a night out with her father. Her mother was a sophisticated woman, who took her time getting ready, wanting to look flawless.
When Bette asked Aria about where she was from, she smiled politely and answered. “I am new to LA. I moved her a short time ago. I’m from London actually, so your guess was spot on.” Aria shook her head, her eyes cast downwards, “I haven’t found anything yet. I’m sure you’re busy.” She shrugged. While she wanted the woman to help – it was more fun to shop with someone than alone – Aria didn’t want to keep her from whatever she should be doing.
"The whole street is filled with shops, we can probably find something there." There was something about the girl that intrigued Bette, maybe it was the accent, which reminded her of Helena, and in which Bette shrugged that thought out, Helena was still a sore topic, at least it was for her. Or something about the way the girl moved, it wasn’t so obvious, but she was sure the girl was a dancer of sorts, she’d seen many quirks and body shapes all too well from the creative seen.
Bette excused herself to the dressing room to change back, one she was outside she nodded towards the girl. “Ready to go and find something for you?” she smiled as she went towards the counter to pay. “I’m normally busy, but I’m not for a few fours, helping you find something is the least I could do after you’ve allowed me to have this garment. Oh speaking of the garment and since of course I owe it to you really.” she measured her words not wanting to sound too friendly already.
"Let’s well, shop for a while.." Bette smiled in her head she really wanted to know what this girl does. "Then maybe have some snack before my meeting at 4?"
Aria thought about whether or not she really was going to buy the dress. She had really just seen it hanging there and thought it was pretty. She didn’t feel about it the way this lady seemed to. This woman seemed to have formed a very strong emotional attachment to the garment already. “I was looking at it…” Her voice trailed off as she thought about it. The scenario she had envisioned she would wear it to was so unlikely to happen. “But you can take it.” She finished. It wouldn’t be fair to take the dress when this lady clearly needed it, as she had stressed a few times since their encounter.
Reaching out, she offered the dress, still on its hanger to the woman. Aria knew she could find something else. She wasn’t looking for something for that evening, or even a special occasion coming up. “But you absolutely must let me see you try it on. I can’t leave until I know for sure that it looks just perfect.” Aria smiled, hoping that her forwardness wasn’t too weird. “I’m Aria, by the way.” She said reaching her hand out again, this time offering a hand shake instead of a dress.
Bette continued to just look at the girl and the dress and when the girl did offer the dress, Bette couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you” she said almost breathless, taking care to let the dress softly caress her hands. “This is definitely what I need.” she smiled and said the words more to herself.
When the girl asked if she could see that Bette would try it on, Bette almost balked at the forwardness, she didn’t think that it would be something usually said by just anyone. Rather than telling the girl off or saying something else she nodded. “I guess that’s a good deal.” she smiled “Hello Aria, I’m Bette nice to meet you.” she said meaning it as she shook the girl’s hand— it wasn’t normal to get kids to actually be nice - kids meaning anyone younger than 30, and the girl definitely seemed to be not that old.
"I’ll just uh, try it on." she said, and went towards the dressing room. For a moment, Bette thought about the girl, the forwardness made her think for a moment and then it hit her, the accent was there too. Making sure she had the dress perfectly on, Bette looked at the top to bottom mirror, it fitted quite nicely, it wasn’t that revealing, but most importantly it was definitely classy in it’s own style, with both shoulders exposed and a strap forming from the left side that looped along the right part of her neck. The dress came down nicely on her ankles, it might have been a little bit too long, but since she’d be wearing heels, that wasn’t an excuse. Pulling her hair back up in a messy bun, she took a breath and went outside.
"I think it’s good." she said towards the girl. "This will be a good buy for me. Although of course this is just a peek and not the whole thing." she smiled and extended an invitation. "I can’t help but wonder, are you new in LA? The accent is pretty much from England." she smiled, sharing a bit of her curiosity to the girl who oh so allowed her to get the dress she wanted. "Have you also picked a dress for you? In turn I can help you with it, let me just finish fixing myself up for this one."
Aria had her headphones in her ears as she walked along the streets of West Hollywood. After attending her first hip hop dance class, she couldn’t help but smile. It hadn’t been easy – in fact it was probably the hardest dance class she’d ever taken – but she loved the challenge. The informality of the style caused her to feel more comfortable about making mistakes. She hadn’t felt that behind and overall really enjoyed herself.
Walking along a row of stores she had walked past with Coraline a few days before, she bopped along to the beat of her music and looked in the windows. One store caught her eye and she stood in front of the window looking at the different displays before walking in. It was exactly her style, but some of the pieces were very intriguing. Aria loved clothing and often mixed and matched things that most people wouldn’t normally put together. She waved politely at the sales woman who smiled at her, still bobbing her head along with her playlist.
In the very back of the store, Aria saw a stunning green dress. It was a bit dressy for her taste and she wasn’t even sure she had somewhere she could wear it to. But then she imagined it with a leather jacket over it, maybe a thin golden chain and ankle boots. If styled correctly it would be perfect to wear to Hit some night… possibly. Aria imagined walking into the bar and having perhaps a certain someone see her in that dress. In her mind she was picturing the scenario as she reached for the dress. She didn’t notice that someone else had been looking at it. It wasn’t until she saw the woman out of the corner of eye. Aria reached up and pulled the out her earbuds.
“I’m sorry, we’re you looking at this?” She gestured towards the dress hanging from the hanger in her hand.
Bette stopped because the girl was pretty, she was eye catching, but the biggest reason is because she knew she spotted someone who did art, using the body, it was in the girl’s form, or at least that’s her first impression, blinking to get her bearing straight she nodded. “Yes, I was, are you looking for to buy it?” Bette asked aware that she had to have the dress and can only hope the girl wouldn’t buy it. “Because I really, really need that dress.” she hoped the girl wouldn’t put up a fight, because she did need that, and Bette was willing to give something, if not anything just to get that dress.
"There are pretty much a lot of other dresses around, uh, maybe you can find something else?" she said as she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose "I’m sorry, that was insensitive, but really, I need that and I can’t stress it enough." she gave a shrug, biting her lower lip in anxiety - , half thankful that she didn’t have to go anywhere for the moment since her meeting was by dinnertime. She had time to look for clothes, granted she could go and find some other dress or some other place to shop as well, but there was something about this shop, and that dress that she knew she had to get her hands on.
Bette had clothes. She has a lot of clothes, ranging from the usual home clothes, to the power suit she would use when the gallery was meeting someone important. This time, she was pissed. A lot. there was no denying it as none other but Bette Porter drove around the whole West Hollywood, just barely above maximum speed limit, trying to find the perfect dress for the big gallery meet in another competitor art museum.
"No James, I don’t need an early appointment, I need Mr. Lefruge to re-schedule the meeting.. I don’t care - anywhere! As long as it’s in LA!" she said to the microphone, almost missing a red light. "I don’t care what he says - … okay, okay" she calmed down "just tell him, we’ll give him something of a boon, for cooperation or something - I just need to go - and oh please, ready the driver for this Friday night, I really need to get those art pieces." finally at her destination, Bette was able to park and breathe "Thank you James."
Just outside the apparel shop her colleague told her about, she went in, it wasn’t the most fanciest of places, it wasn’t something that many famous people would go to, but the shop was being owned and most of the clothes were being tailored by a very well crafted individual. That was what Bette was after- if not the name, then the craft of the dress. She wanted to see it for herself, if there was really something about it.
Looking around the aisles for the certain dress that was said to be “picked with just one sense” she looked around desperately trying to let her “inner self” try and see it, turning around the corner there it was, att he end of the aisle, a cool green dress from one of the wall hangings. “I need that…” she whispered to herself, in a trance like state, she knew she needed it and almost ran towards it, but let her heels click the tiles in a practiced walk as to not lose her grace, just as she was so close to it, a hand came out of no where.
Either Bette would have stuttered or seriously got mad, but she settled on taking a deep breath, eyes closed, and spoke “Mam, can I pleas-” she opened her eyes at the last word stopped -.
Looking down at her feet for a moment. “Well, I’m not that kind of dancer. I wish, I mean I’ve done a little bit but I couldn’t afford that if my life depended on it.” Smiling up at the woman. “I’m Samantha, it’s a pleasure to meet you Bette.” She said as she shook her hand.
Oh, I didn’t mean it that way, I appreciate any kind of dances, there are so much- as long as the dancer of course shows their passion in it, then that’s the important thing.. [Bette smiled with the girl] Have you ordered? My sister Kit, owns the place. If you want to, I have a few minutes before I meet a client - unless of course you’re with someone else?
Samantha looked at the intimidating brunette in front of her. “I come here at odd times. Usually before work so I have energy to dance..” She smiled, and bit her lip. “I’ve seen you here though.”
Wow a dancer, i’m impressed what kind? I know someone who dances too, ballet and dancer’s are always needed in the art forte. It’s great to meet someone who is interested in the creative languages of the body. I’m Bette Porter. [she offers out her hand, the dancer that this girl is, might prove fruitful to the students she had at CAC one day]
Raising a brow to her slightly, before nodding. “Didn’t think I was being loud…sorry..”
[Bette blinks and nods] I’ll call you back something came up, yes, yes you can use the main gallery for two days, no not three, two, 48 hours and not an hour more. [she closes her phone and turns to the girl]
You’re new here aren’t you? Or I haven’t been in the the Planet for so long, I don’t know the regulars.
"This drives me nuts!"
[talking with a client on the phone while waiting on the line at a cafe] Well then you’ve got me interested - please don’t shout, there are people on the phone.
Do you want to meet at The Planet, Bette?
Thank you Jenny, that’s nice of you.
Aren’t we just neighbors? Come on, we’ll go there in my car. God knows I need a break from imbeciles at work.