In reality I never thought this would happen. Sure, maybe to some celebrity, blonde, skinny, and had fake nails. Not to some brown haired, chewed on nails, more then average size, and slightly celebrity type. It had all started when I was born, such a simple thing. It was not the way I looked, the way I cried, or even the way I cooed, it was simply the last name. McMahon.
Now we all know who Stephanie, Shane, Hunter, etc are. Carmella McMahon? Not so much. I was a bastard baby, yes I was. The nanny to Shane was my mother and well Vince allowed the last name, more like was guilted by my mother Harmony.
However, as I stand outside the court building waiting for my "father" to show up I picked at the last nail that was on my hand, the others were chewed down hardcore. It had all started when the judge decided to deny my immancipation.
A black limo pulled up and the driver got out and I shook my head at him, it was snowy and it looked icy over there, he shot me a grateful look. Climbing in Vince looked at me. "Father."
"Henry didn't get the door?" He raised his eyebrows at me.
"No, I told him it was to icy." I looked away from him and slid farther down the seat into the warmth of the seats.
"It's his job Carmella." I rolled my eyes at this, Carma was the name I was known by in the small town I had grown up at. Vince had never gotten the memo, sadly.
"So what, he shouldn't be put in trouble, like slipping on ice, just to open a door. I do have two hands, like you." I said staring pointedly at his hands.
"Listen Carmella, I want us to get along. Anyway, we are almost to our destination." He said this suddenly and I breathed out a breath. I did not want to start this conversation. Not now, not ever.
The car was pulled to a stop and he stepped out as Henry opened the door. I than waited, if I slid out he would yell at me, if I didn't wait for Henry I would be yelled at or even maybe a lecture. Vince was in a suit that I hadn't noticed right away.
"There is a dress waiting in one of the upstairs rooms. Look for the room with a card stating your name. We are staying here for a few days." He than walked inside and I followed suit, slowly.
The room was huge, chandilier, carpet, velvet rope, gold wallpaper, etc. Anything you could have ever wanted and thought a mansion or even castle was, was there. The stairs were spiral and at the corner of the room was an elevator even. I started up the stairs in my converse, barley making a thud on the carpet covered stairs. My jeans were wet on the ends and my hair was damp on the end of the long strands.
"I don't think that is really suitable attire for a white tie event." I spun around at the opening. There stood a man so different looking than any man I had ever saw, he had striking blue eyes, a lean muscular build, unlike any of the other wrestlers I had seen from afar.
"Well I didn't know I was going to be going to a white tie let alone any event." I smiled at him. "I'm.."
"Carmella." He smiled back at me but there was a glint in his eyes. "McMahons new little girl."
"How did yo-"
"I know a lot of things, way more then anyone would think. I'm Randy Orton. And you ma'am, just became my knew challenge." He smirked and walked back into his room, And that was when I realized he had been wearing only a robe.