Author's Note: Again I would love to thank TMadison, tammathah, and Betty the Bonita. I wrote this chapter when I was up camping and I was quite hopped up on coffee and just feeling good. I know this one maybe shorter than the others, but I don't plan anything out. I don't stick to plots and I just love to see what my brain can come up with. I do thank all of you that are following my story and reviewing it. Remember, reviews help me write ^_^!

Chapter 3

Betty walked into the door with the proofs in her hands, her eyes fixed on them as she tried to imagine each on the cover. All of them were fantastic and she knew that she had to choose, but it was going to be difficult.

"Ms. Suarez," her assistant called to her.

Betty looked up and seen her holding a bouquet of flowers, some having fake butterflies, of all kinds, sitting on them. The flowers were bright and she could smell their scent.

"Who are they from?" She asked as she moved the prints to under her arms grabbing the vase in her now empty hands.

"I don't know, but there is a sealed envelope with them.

She gave her assistant a smile as she thanked her, heading to her office. The vase rested on the edge of the desk, the card resting in her hands and the proofs, now in their folder, sitting on the desk. She began to gently slide her finger along the seal, the sound of it being pulled from the paper filling the room.

Betty,

I'm so proud of you. You were always great at what you do and I can't stop saying how proud that I am. I miss you and seeing you around, Meade just isn't the same.

Are you sure you want to be in London? I have a feeling that there is something more to Dunne's offer. I'm sure you are rolling your eyes as you are reading this. I know you. I guess I could be wrong and you are like a daughter to me. I just hope that Daniel is treating you right (if you both finally admitted your feelings to one another.) I hope to God that you both did.

Give my best to Daniel, please.

Love,
Claire

Betty looked to the letter having laughed at the rolling eyes part. Claire knew her well and, now, she was wiping at the tears that were threatening to fall. She never knew just how much Claire thought if her. One thing, though, she wondered what Claire meant about Dunne.

Betty shook her head and logged onto the computer and into her email, typing out a reply to Claire.

Claire,

Thank you so much for the flowers. I love the touch with the butterflies. Yes, Daniel and I have slowly shifting to a relationship. I recently just got back from lunch with him. We have been having lunch everyday this week. You raised a fine son, he just needed to find his way. I never thought that we would even be considered friends, much less dating. You seen it though and you were the one that was pushing us. It took us a while.

What did you mean by what you said about Dunne? I know your feelings Claire, and they are usually right. I just hope you aren't right about this one.

Love,
Betty

Betty pressed send after checking for errors. She opened the manila folder and began to get back to work, immersing herself into it so that she wouldn't think about what Claire brought up. She was so lost in her work that she didn't even know that eight hours went by and now it was nine at night. A knock on the door was what brought her back into reality, Maddie sticking her head into the room.

"I was just going to let you know that I am going home."

"Okay, Maddie," she gave her a smile. "I'll just be a few minutes. Enjoy the rest of your night."

"Thank you, Ms. Suarez."

Betty gave her another smile and finished the note she was making on a sticky note. She pulled it from the pad and stuck it to the last picture. Her body leaned back as she gave a satisfied smile. It was finally coming together, and she even forgot what Claire had brought up. Her eyes were tired, one hand removing her glasses and then rubbing her eyes. She felt like she was tired, though she had had enough sleep. Maybe all of this work was getting to her.

Daniel poked his head in, "Knew you would still be here."

She jumped abd clutched a hand over her chest, "Daniel! Give me a heart attack why don't you."

He let out a small chuckle and sat in an empty chair, in front of the desk.

"Sorry, I went to where you were staying and to weren't there," he told her. His eyes landing in the arrangement, "Where'd you get these?"

There was a hint of jealousy in his voice, glaring at the flowers. Betty let out a chuckle before she replied to him.

"They were from your mom. Oh! She also told me to give you her best," she chuckled more as Daniel looked sheepish as he visibly relaxed.

"Get a lot of work done?" He asked her and she knew that he was trying to change the subject.

"I did, actually!" Betty pushed the folder to him, knowing that he would be honest to her, and that is why she was glad he was here. Well, it was that and she really felt like they were going somewhere.

He took a look at it, making some notes with a pen he had found. She watched him, crossing one leg over the other under her desk. She would admit that she was getting a bit antsy and wanted to see what he was making notes about. Daniel smirked to himself as he pretended to make a lot of notes when, in all reality, she had did an amazing job. She was so meticulous with the work; having only a few things here and there.

He finally put the pen down just as Betty was about to bite her nails off, a grin crawling on his face. Hedge was gorgeous and he can't believe that he almost let her go. How stupid could he have been? The question had plagued him for a while now, but he never had an answer for it either.

Betty looked to the papers and chewed on her bottom lip, a habit that she had picked up when she was in deep concentration.

"You think this one would be better here?" she asked as she pointed to the correction he had made.

"Yeah..I think it fits the theme better and it will be easy to resize. It won't be grainy or blurry. If you had changed the resolution in the other one, the pixilation would be off."

She looked down at it as Daniel explained his reasoning. She didn't know why she didn't catch it herself; she had a keen eye for it.

"I can actually see what you mean...maybe I should talk to Dunne. I could use your help on this project," she spoke, those words hard for her to speak because of her pride.