Notes: thank you to everyone who has read my story and liked it

Notes: thank you to everyone who has read my story and liked it!

Dorothy smiled a little and stood. " I'm going to the powder room," she announced," I'll be right back." She grabbed her clutch, not noticing the way Blanche's eyes followed her. Clayton glanced from Blanche to Dorothy sympathetically.

" She really does look gorgeous," Blanches hoarse voice spoke. Clayton smiled softly and rubbed his sister's arm.

" Yes she does," he said. Blanche got up quickly, sniffing and running after Dorothy.

Dorothy jumped as she felt a hand on her elbow, and wrenched it away when she saw it was Blanche. " No," she murmured, and Blanche took drastic measures. Seeing a door, she quickly opened it, shoving Dorothy inside and flipping on the light. It was a janitor's closet. Dorothy's incredulous expression stared back at her.

" Blanche, what the hell are you doing?" Dorothy crossed her arms.

" Dorothy please, I…" Blanches desperate voice answered, and Dorothy interrupted her.

" No Blanche, it's not that you didn't tell him it's that you lied to me. If you are going to have trouble telling your gay brother that you are dating another woman then who else are you going to be unable to tell? I've been people's secrets before and it only hurt me. I won't do it again," She started to leave but Blanche stopped her, looking up at her desperately.

" Dorothy please," she acted on impulse and kissed Dorothy desperately. For just a moment, Dorothy gave reassurance, kissing her as if this was their last. She pushed Blanche away, inhaling a sob and shaking her head.

" No, now," she said with resolution," let me out of the damn closet." Blanche sunk and stepped aside as Dorothy stood in the doorframe and their eyes met.

" You made your choice Blanche, and now I've made mine." She left the closet and walked toward the table, hearing whispers and feeling people's stares on her back. One conversation in particular caught her attention.

" Shush. WE cant insult the Senator's girlfriend the Senator will kill us. She matters now, so shut up about the dress or the way her hair looks and realize that tomorrow that outfit will be the latest style." This conversation from the editor of Cosmopolitan floored her, but she kept walking. She didn't realize that this was only the beginning and the man she'd chosen to mend her broken heart.