Lydia looked at her best friend from across the Grayson Manor's hall. She wanted to cry, but the room was too crowded and, of course, this is not something you do before the Hampton's high society. Therefore, she made her way upstairs to Victoria's bedroom, a place she knew she was welcome in.

After closing the door, she sat on the bed, burying her face in her palms. Lydia sobbed, without holding herself back, relieved that no one else was around. All the feelings she'd been ignoring for the past few months had come rushing with an unstoppable force that afternoon, when she saw Victoria starring at the Van Gough she gifted her with.

It seemed like such a banal scenario. Victoria, at home, looking at a piece of art with her, something that always happened. But the spark in her eyes on that particular day made Lydia's heart beat faster. Her palms started sweating and her face turned red.

-Are you ok? You seem nervous, Lydia? – Victoria said as she held her arms. The touch made her shiver.

-I'm fine. – pulling her arm back, she smiled, trying to hide the obvious confusion she felt inside. – I'm just so glad to see you…I missed you so much during the trip. – she had traveled for a month with her, soon to be, ex-husband.

-Oh… I missed you too… - Victoria put her arms around her pulling for a tight hug. Feeling her warmth against her skin, Lydia couldn't even breathe.

Now, siting on her bed, all she did was question herself. "How could this happen to me? It doesn't make sense… How did I not see it coming?" she cried "I… I love her…"

The door burst open just as she was ready to wash her face in the bathroom and go back to the party, acting like nothing had ever changed. She turned to see who was there, but had no time to hide the evidences of sadness all over her face. The redness of her eyes and cheeks, and the wet marks over them made Victoria stop in her movement to come inside.

-Lydia… What the hell happened? I looked for you everywhere! – She ran towards her friend and held her close. She couldn't respond though. Her arms hanged beside her, unresponsive to Victoria's gesture. – Please say something. I'm worried about you. –she held her face in her palms, tenderly.

Without knowing what to do or say, Lydia stared at the ground, unable to meet the brown eyes that made her feel safe.

-I…Can't say…I don't know… -She tried to set herself loose from her friends embrace, but Victoria didn't let her. Holding her arms, she lowered her head in order to meet her green eyes.

-Don't hide things from me. You know there isn't a thing in the world you can't tell me! –kindly, she pulled her chin up and Lydia could almost feel her breath inside her mouth.

-I love you, Victoria… - She said, aware her friend wouldn't understand it the way she meant to say it. She rested her head on her shoulder.

-I… I love you too Lydia. Now, can you please tell me what's going on?

-That's not what I meant… - She raised her head to face the brunette. Boldly, she pulled her head closer and their lips collided. –I…I love you…

-Oh… - Victoria couldn't move.

-I'm sorry… -Lydia said before running out of the bedroom, leaving her best friend behind with her heart on her throat.

Back in her beach house, hours later, Lydia struggled to sleep, wondering if she had destroyed the most important relationship in her life. The blonde was done crying that day. There were no more tears left.

A noise on the corridor startled her and she sat on the bed. The door opened wide, revealing her night intruder.

-Victoria! – her heartbeats were so loud, she feared her friend could hear them. –What are you doing here?

The brunette sat beside her.

-Lydia… I don't really understand why I'm here. But, you are the person I trust most in my life and I just… - she held her hand – need to say…you don't have to be sorry for what happened today… -Lydia's lips trembled. She couldn't believe her ears. –Because, I'm not sorry you did that.

Standing inches from her face, Victoria pulled in for a kiss. Passionately, their tongues intertwined with each other. Grasping for air, Lydia parted starring at her face. Even in the dark, she knew she was smiling.

-I don't understand what is happening either, Victoria… I never felt anything like this for a… woman before. The only clarity that I have is the understanding that I love you.

-Then, let's not worry about it. The only thing I was sure of the whole night today was that I wished your lips hadn't parted from mine. –she looked down. –I really don't know what this all means…

-Please, sleep here tonight? – the words slipped out of her mouth before she could think.

-Yes. –she whispered. – I wouldn't like to do anything else…