BETTE

"Bette, I’ve invited some women– all my friends and some from work.” Kit, a doctor at the local L.A hospital smiled. She’s super cute and a go-getter. Hopefully Ryan’s idea to invite all the women they knew in L.A. to her little sister’s twenty fourth birthday party was going to work. Bette moved in with her and her fiancé Ryan  two years ago,  after being kicked out of Stanford due to the whole ‘ Kelly fiasco’  she had been having low self esteem and they grew worrisome because she was twenty four and hadn’t dated since that bitch Kelly Freemont ditched her for Helena Peabody.

Bette had her hands in her pockets. She’s beautiful, mocha skinned, a head of curly dark hair, a great smile, great skin, big brains.. there’s something about her and she’s damn likeable..

"Heh, thanks Kit. That’s exactly what I need smarter women than me to talk to good ol’ me-an ‘art-nerd’ who works at the BuyArtMart for eleven dollars an hour!"  Bette rolled her eyes.

"Hey! Hey, B!”  Ryan, a tall, dark and muscular man interjected. “Kit’s just trying to help you.” He gave Kit a look telling her he’d handle this. He invited most of the nurses and doctors that he and Kit worked with at the hospital along with friends from his alma mater UCLA. They were both doctors and had met during residency.

He threw his strong, muscular arm over Bette’s shoulder and walked him over to a group of stunning women. They all held wine glasses and stood up straight when they saw Ryan and Bette walking towards their way.

"Hey Ryan and who’s this?" A long haired brunette with the most piercing blue eyes who wore an amazing body hugging sexy, red mini skirt asked, flirtatiously in her sexy English accent.

Oh my god, thought Bette. Is she talking about me? She glanced down taking in what she had worn to her party outside her sister’s apartment terrace and covered her face in embarrassment. She had just arrived home from work when Kit stopped her to chat. She had on her short white button-up shirt that had the BuyArtMart logo across the chest pocket, black slacks and black converse. I look like a school girl. Shoot me now! It was inevitable that the beautiful women before her would make fun.