Chapter 3

Lisa came in and we went down to the party after she had yelled through my door to Mike she didn't want to see him until later that night. She was in a long silver dress that was strapless and was heart shaped at the top, very soft light pink makeup, and had undid her braid to make it wavy and full. "What, oh I know the dress. I would usually go for more of a darker, awesome, painted bright look but it's a white tie affair and Mike told me I had to be on my best behavior."

We left the room and she lifted up her dress slightly "However, I beat him at the shoe department." Her shoes were converse, bright pink and she raised her eyebrow at the shoes I was wearing. I looked up at her. "My dress doesn't hide my shoes." I remarked.

We stepped off and noted we were the last to arrive. I felt Lisa tense up and saw Mike with a tall blonde. "Maryse?"

"Yeah, bitch is going down…later of course. In the ring."

"You're a diva?"

"Eh, I'm more of a wrestler now but yeah I was a huge diva, the dark one, its what they used to call me."

"Wow. I didn't know that."

"Ha, I wasn't on tv lately, bad ankle repair." She moved her ankle around and showed me the scar. "It's all better now so I can't complain to much."

I than stopped when I saw Randy in the middle of the crowd, a blonde on his arm. "Oh jesus, do all the men love blondes on this freaking show!"

"Ohhh I see you've spotted Jillian?"

"Oh, is that her name."

"She's an idiot, horrible singing voice, and she is the rebound after the many months of fucking Michelle McCool. Jillian is really the only blonde whose dumb enough to think she'll be the new wife of his. But than again he'd have to divorce the one he has first."

"He's married?"

"Yes ma'am. Has a daughter too, but even though he loves her doesn't go home when he should. Skype is his and Alanna's best friend." "Why doesn't he just divorce the wife and marry Jillian or whats her name."

"Well he knows he won't get to see Alanna even if it is only on Skype but who knows. Michelle was fun for him but she fell in love with the UnderTaker, Mark, their over there." She pointed at a bleach blonde with bangs and a huge dark guy. "Than Jillian came along and he found out she's a ditz. Doesn't want anything but sex, food, and company so there we have it."

I studied Randy and decided he must be messed up. How does someone not want to see his kid.

"She doesn't really remember him." I must have said that outloud. I raised my eyebrow at her. "Sure they see each other at Christmas and Thanksgiving, but she doesn't know him and Sam always has nanny's. And honestly, he likes the road to much. Sam and his marriage is over, we all know it."

I shook my head and focused on the dance floor. I felt someone behind me and looked. My father stood there with one of the divas I would gather. She was wrapped around his arm like a teeshirt to tight for yourself.

"That's Layla, careful, Jillian, Maryse, Michelle, and Layla are best friends, they'll take anyone down if they get in their way."

"Really." My father walked his way through the crowd and spotted me and smiled.

"You look so lovely Carmella." He kissed my forhead, this was publicity but he also looked surprised in me. I think he really did think I would either not come or wear my jeans and an over sized teeshirt. "This is Layla, Layla this is my daughter Carmella." She glared at me as she shook my hand, damn snake nails or more like talons.

"Excuse me . Is there a way I can borrow your daughter for a dance." I looked behind me and there stood a huge man with muscles and a soft smile.

"I don't see why not. Carmella this is John Cena." I nodded and took his hand, no tan line, not married.

We danced first quietly after we got me used to dancing slowly and than I smiled when I could feel myself beginning to relax. "So Carmella."

"Carma."

"Carma, I like it. Tell me, do you have a boyfriend?"

I laughed and shook my head. "No."

"No? Almost 18 in what 2 months and you don't have one?"

"No, actually, I don't think I've ever had one I would consider a boyfriend."

"Well this journey should be interesting."

The song was ending and I was enjoying myself for once. Someone though interrupted us, Randy. I had actually forgotton him slightly and here he was again. "May I cut in?"