When Layla admitted the truth to Michelle, she wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible. She immediately dropped the call. Out of frustration over herself, Layla pulled her body to hit the backrest behind her but she clumsily bumped the back of her head in the process. While moaning in pain and rubbing the back of her head, she slowly made her way out of bed and searched through the hotel room desk for an extra key card. She fortunately found one placed in a small envelope and brought it along with her and her phone.

Now that she was sober, she was able to remember the location of her original hotel room. It was just at the same floor as Wade's. As she wandered through the hall, she thought how stupid it was of her to forget to bring her own key card. She must've thought that she and Michelle would leave the club together so she didn't bother bringing the extra anymore. She stopped by the correct room number and knocked on the door with a bit more grace than Heath's earlier attempt. The door flung open and revealed Michelle. She was far from pleased.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, missy!"

"Oh, 'Chelle! You know I wish I could explain the situation to you properly!" Layla pleaded. "Can we please take this inside?"

Michelle permitted the British diva to enter the room. After closing the door behind her, Layla walked in and noticed how Michelle's stuff was already packed. She figured she could fix her things while attempting to explain to her best friend without revealing too much. She recalled how Wade kept her company while Michelle was away and how they shared a kiss under the moonlight while on their way to the hotel. She told her how Wade assured Layla that they didn't sleep together at all and mentioned his travel invitation before leaving for the gym.

"It sounds like something from the movies," Michelle commented.

"I know! Isn't it romantic?" Layla replied with a dreamy sigh.

"I hate it."

Layla pouted her lips in disappointment. "Why can't you be happy for me, 'Chelle?" she asked.

Michelle shrugged her shoulders. After organizing Layla's clothes in the stroller bag, she said, "I'm glad you think you've found love in the guy but all I'm saying is that Wade's a creep and he's bad news. If anything happens with the two of you, don't come crying to me when your heart breaks into tiny pieces."

Layla twiddled her thumbs and looked down on the floor. She quietly replied, "Thanks for the heads up."

As soon as the bag was all zipped up, they were ready to go. Layla was given time to change her attire, considering how she was still wearing her club outfit from the night before. Michelle carried along her own luggage and Layla soon followed with her own. When they left the room, Layla didn't move an inch further. As Michelle strolled along, Layla left herself behind and stayed on her spot, contemplating on the invitation issued to her by Wade. When Michelle glanced at the side, she noticed how her friend wasn't there anymore. She stopped to turn around and saw Layla still standing by the door.

"Come on, Lay! What's the hold up?" Michelle demanded with her hands attached to her hips.

"I think I'm gonna hitch a ride with him instead!"

Michelle rolled her eyes so far into her head that at one point, she started channelling The Undertaker. Instead of reacting angrily, Michelle took a deep breath and calmly walked up to her best friend.

She lowered her tone and told her, "Fine. Ride with Wade Barrett or The Corre or whatever. Hang around him as much as you'd like, I don't care. But I have a match with Beth Phoenix next week on SmackDown! and I'd like it if my 'best friend' was out there for me at ringside."

Layla smiled and nodded in reply. She went to add, "'Chelle! You know I'll be there for you! You don't even have to ask! What are besties for, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Besties. But can you pinky swear on it?"

It seemed juvenile but Michelle still held up her pinky finger. Layla was able to appreciate the child-like whimsy of their friendship and hooked Michelle's finger with her own. They smiled at each other but the warmth of their usual grins has mellowed. The Southern belle walked away with her luggage while the British beauty returned to Wade's room with her own.

An hour later, the Englishman had returned to his quarters. He was pleased to see Layla in the room, looking more presentable now than before. He was slightly embarrassed to be drenched in sweat around her but she didn't seem to mind.

She gave him a warm smile and said, "Ready when you are, love."

He grabbed a towel from his bag and flung it over his broad shoulder. With the confident smirk back on his face, he replied, "Fantastic. I'll make this quick."

As Wade entered the bathroom, Layla was thinking of how she was able to strike a balance between her friendship with Michelle and her relationship with Wade. She just had to solidify her allegiance by making an appearance on the blue show next week. When her train of thought left the station, she found it odd that Wade would leave the door ajar. To satisfy her curiosity, she slyly positioned herself near the slit and took a peek inside. The mirror was in her line of vision and it reflected the frosted glass wall of the shower. She could only see a blurry image of Wade's animated body coming from the mirror's line of sight. It was like playing a game of The Sims and waiting for the person to finish using the shower. She started to slide down her fingers from her midsection until she was suddenly rattled by the mere mention of her name.

"Layla?"

Out of panic, she made herself busy with whatever was on the desk near her. She blushed uncontrollably and closed her eyes.

"Yes, Wade?"

"Could you please fix my things while you're out there? So you don't have to wait so long? Cheers!"

Layla heaved a sigh of relief.