Jan 2, 2019
Betha smiled as she strut into the potluck. Hawthorne was a quaint little town that she enjoyed. Her blonde hair danced lightly on her shoulders and bounced with each step she took into the building. She recognized some faces but didn’t know any names. She grabbed her self a drink and scanned the room for a conversation of her old flame. She ran a hand through her hair before she turned to the nearest person. “I’m Betha. What’s your name?”