Bronte was out from behind the bar the instant she heard her name spoken by the red head that had approached the bar a bit hesitantly. The blonde had been eying the entrance the entire time she had been working the bar, but none that she saw enter reflected how her younger cousin might look as she passed through the door. So to say she was caught a bit off guard by the beautiful young girl, and what Bale doesn't have that beauty trait that seems to run in the family, atanding on the opposite side of the bar and speaking her name.
"Oh my god." She could feel her eyes start to tear as slow steps took her toward Bethany and before she knew it Bronte had her arms wrapped tight around her red haired cousin. "Welcome home." Was all Bronte found she could say at that moment as she hugged Bethany.