"Right, no I do understand," Isabella opened her hotel door, letting Dean in, "yes sir. It was that." Dean flopped on the bed, "ok, thank you. Well do." Isabella pulled her phone away from her ear.

"Stamford," Dean asked.

"How'd you know," Isabella tossed her phone down. She wanted to be free of it for five minutes.

"You had your corporate voice on."

"Mindy is out for a long while. So they are bringing in someone to help with SummerSlam. The whole internet thing is handled," Isabella glanced back at her phone.

"Told you that would blow over," Dean laid back resting on his elbows.

"Next two weeks will be nuts, this new person can't come in till two days before Summerslam. Plus they are having a dinner for the New York police families." Isabella rudder both hands over her face.

"Oh that is right, we have to dress for that," Dean groaned.

"Thankfully Hunter got someone to take over the NXT stuff." Isabella raiser eyebrows.

"You ok," Dean asked.

"Just long day," Isabella answered. "I saw Zahra in the elevator. She said something."

"Of course she did," Dean sat up facing Isabella.

"It really wasn't as nasty as it could be. She just said sucks doesn't it." Isabella pulled at the comfort on the bed. "It does, I mean people are judging me on a lie." Isabella shrugged. "Pictures of me are out there that I didn't know about. People saw them, and."

"Isabella," Dean took her hands, "the mess she found herself in. She and Seth made it, yeah those pictures were put out without them knowing but." Dean stopped, "hon, this is something completely different. You really didn't do the things they are saying."

"I know but people who read it don't know that and they don't want to hear it. People didn't get the full story on her and Seth. Hell I never got the full story. People have said some nasty stuff about her.

"And she throws it in people's face," Dean cut in' "they both do, they have no shame in what happened. And if you say a negative word about it. They spin it so you are in the wrong."

"I know, just maybe she got tired and finally shout back."

"You try and see the good in everyone," Dean smiled.

"We all have some right," Isabella laughed.

…

As Isabella thought the next weeks were busy. She managed to handle the wardrobe for both the man and woman, make four dresses and help with two fittings. She felt like Summerslam would be her finish line. When Stephanie said there was no off season, she wasn't lying. With all the craziness, there had not been time to discuss Isabella's proposal. At the moment nothing was farther from her mind.

…

"I hear your help comes in soon," Nikki asked looking in the mirror. She was having her last fitting for the dress Isabella made her. It was short red satin with a lace overlay. Out of the twins, Nikki was more flashy.

"Not to short," Isabella asked.

"No," Nikki smiled.

"Hell, girl I had legs like that I'd be showing them off too." Isabella laughed.

"I really like it," Nikki beamed," I think I will wear my hair up so you can see the back."

"Back," Isabella yelped," this is the lowest cut I have ever done." The back of the dress came in a U shape swoop right above Nikki's hips.

"Where is your dress," Nikki asked.

"Oh I don't have it out," Isabella loved making dresses. Having to wear one was something else. She couldn't help but be self conscious, she didn't like attention on her.

"You should come with us for hair and makeup," Nikki clapped, Isabella smiled at her. Nikki loved being a girl. Some people saw it as suck up, snotty. Maybe Nikki Bella but not Nicole Garcia, she simply saw the beauty in people. And she want that to show on the outside as well.

"I will see if I have time," Isabella smiled. The knocked on the door made both woman turn.

"It's John," Nikki jumped heading to the bathroom,"I don't want him to see." Isabella made sure Nikki was out of sight.

"Hey," Isabella greeted John , he gave a weak smile, "you ok," Isabella asked.

"Roddy Piper passed," John said very matter of fact.

"My god," Isabella put her hand to her chest. Everyone was still reeling over Dusty. "Come in," Isabella let John in the room closing the door.

"John," Nikki called walking out of the bathroom. Like Isabella she sensed something was wrong.

"Roddy Piper," John blinked, " he passed."

"Oh," Nikki seemed a bit stunned, she walked to John hugging him. The room fall quiet, "I put the dress back in the bag," Nikki pointed seeming to remember why they were there. Isabella nodded, not sure what to say.

"We should," Nikki looked up at John. "Thanks," she smiled at Isabella.

"I'll talk to you both later," Isabella followed them to the door closing it. She felt bad for everyone right now. It seemed they were getting hit hard.

…

Isabella sat waiting for Stephanie, with all going on it had been weeks since they talked. Isabella received text, emails and a few short phone calls. Most were from people she barely knew, three of NXT woman wrestler had moved up to the main roster. It added to the workload but at this point it didn't matter.

"Isabella," Stephanie came from behind Isabella taking the chair across from her. "Hope you were not waiting long."

"No," Isabella shook her head. "They brought coffee," Isabella pointed to the silver pot in the center of the table. Stephanie held her hand up.

"I am sorry we have not talked," Stephanie started, "let me say you handled the whole Roman situation like a champ. Unfortunately most of us are use to theses things."

"Lesson learned," Isabella smiled. She had seen how the press could twist a story. Her brother had been the victim more than once. But being on the receiving was hard.

"And how you have stepped up," Stephanie continued, "we know you signed for six months on the road. We are asking if you could stay to finish the year. That would included a trip to Europe. After the new year we would like to accept your offer." Isabella blinked only able to stare.

"You accept," Isabella was barely audible.

"Yes, we would love to have you as a permit part of the WWE. And you would keep your designs." Stephanie tilted her head.

"Thank you," Isabella smiled not sure if that was the right response. She still wasn't sure if she was hearing all this right.

"So," Stephanie laughed, "that is a yes." Isabella only shook her head. Stephanie stood hugging Isabella. "Welcome I look forward to this."

…

"So you won't be on the road with us," Brie asked. Everyone was grabbing something to eat before the show started.

"I will be out till the end of year, I go to Europe. Than I will work from home. I mean I am sure I will be out for some shows." Isabella had to admit she liked her job. And part of her would miss all the craziness, but most of all the people.

"Man," Brie pouted.

"It will be fine, we will still be in touch," Isabella smiled. But she knew the reality of that. Life on the road was hard. Relationships took a beating, there was never enough time. People drifted apart.

"Isabella," both women turned seeing Hunter standing with a young girl. "This is Tracy, she is our new man's wardrobe." Isabella smiled walking over to shake her hand.

"So nice to meet you," Isabella greeted her. Tracy smiled back.

"I was hoping you could show Tracy around, plus Rollins has a new outfit for Summerslam. Was thinking you both could make sure it was ready to go." Hunter said.

"Sure, has he been fitted," Isabella asked, Hunter gave her a rather lost look in return. "Ok," Isabella laughed, "I will handle it."

"Hope you can keep up this this one," Hunter patted Isabella's shoulder. "I leave you in good hands."

…

Isabella walked the backstage with Tracy. She was quite with her phone out most of the time. "Hey," Isabella yelled waving to Sheamus," you seen Seth?"

"No," Sheamus stopped, he glanced at Tracy.

"This is Tracy," Isabella pointed. Sheamus stuck his hand out, "new wardrobe."

"Welcome," Sheamus gave a head tilt.

"I am going to have to call him," Isabella took her phone out.

"You have his number," Tracy asked wide eyed. Isabella nodded in response, " hey, it's Isabella." She wondered if he still had her number in his phone. If he kept any of the pictures? "I need to make sure everything is ok with your Summerslam gear." Isabella let out a long breath. "Thanks meet you there." Isabella smiled at Tracy, who hadn't taken her eyes off Isabella. "We are headed this way," Isabella pointed.

As they walked Tracy glanced up from her phone. Isabella got the vibe she was not into having a conversation. "What time are we done," Tracy asked, not looking up from her phone.

"Last match is 10:50, we have to load up. Maybe 12," Isabella answered.

"Can I leave at 11 I had plans," Tracy voice had a hint of a whine in it. Isabella wanted to say no, she got no early nights. And Summerslam was in two nights.

"Sure," Isabella heard herself say.

Isabella stopped in the doorway causing Tracy to slam into the back of her. Her hand went to her mouth as she looked up seeing Seth standing in front of her. He stood in an all white with yellow trim bodysuit. It was exactly the same as his usual ring gear but white, bright white. "Yeah," Seth smacked his lips, he held his hands out, "say it."

"You look like captain Morgan from the Power Rangers," Isabella swallowed a giggle.

"Who'd you piss off," Tracy barked finally looking up from her phone, looking Seth up and down.

"Oh, this is Tracy," Isabella had almost forgot she was standing there, "she will be handling man's wardrobe." Seth nodded, "so," Isabella shake her head, trying to get back on track. "You just want to make sure it fits." Isabella walked closer to Seth , "you know have them walk lift their arms. Most outfits are not this involved." Tracy stood appearing to follow along. Isabella went over a few more things.

"Sounds easy enough," Tracy smiled, "I was going to grab something to eat," she pointed behind her.

"Sure, nice meeting you, any questions," Isabella smiled watching her walk away. "Two weeks."

"For what," Seth asked.

"She might make two weeks," Isabella answered. "Oh well."

"Oh heard you will be staying on," Seth snapped.

"Yeah I finish the year out on the road. Than on to the next phase." Isabella wondered what Seth thought about her internet scandal. She hoped he k ew her better. "I heard Zarha is making her debut."

"Yeah," Seth push his hair back, "she won't be wrestling yet. But it is a start."

"That is great," Isabella smiled, "so, this," she pointed. "This is good?"

"Yeah," Seth chuckled.

"Takes a big man to wear white," Isabella joked, "you got this."

"I wanted to say," Seth voice was low,"I really am sorry about the other night. I said so." He had thought about it, ever since. He truly hated when she was upset.

"Seth it is fine," Isabella stopped him, "really. Thanks for bailing me out." All Seth could do was smile. There was a lot he want to say, but it just wouldn't come out. It seemed there should be an ending. Like they should lay out their relationship now.

"I just hope we can be friends," it sounded corny.

"Me too," Isabella agreed. She did miss his friendship. Yes she was attached to him from the beginning but they built a friendship. "You are right, Dean and Roman have bad taste in music. "

"Hey you get the new Wonder Years," Seth pointed his eyes light up.

"Yeah," Isabella held her hand out turning it side to side. "Not in love with it."

"I keep listening to it hoping," Seth said.

"I did get the new Shinedown," Isabella continued.

"You are so into them," Seth laughed.

"How can you not be," Isabella huffed," every album is different. And Brent Smith."

"I know, I know," Seth laughed, " you want to cage him so he can sign you to sleep."

"I don't see the problem with that," Isabella's hands went to her hips jokingly. This was what she missed. That easy fun, natural feeling, and that smile. The one that made his whole face light up and eyes shine. She was at ease with him for the first time since she started this job.

"Hey," a voice came from behind her. Seth face went straight. Isabella knew who it was. "You done?" Isabella turned seeing Zahra standing, she wondered how long she he been there.

"Yeah just," Seth started looking for his clothes. Isabella clasped her hands and kept her head down. It was like being woken up from a dream. Seth's reality walked in the door. "You think about what you want to do for dinner," Seth asked Zahra.

"We can just do room service," Zahra cast a look at Isabella. "Stay in, we have that big room."

"Seth if you don't need anything done," Isabella called, "you can take it with you."

"Thanks," Seth called but he knew she was alright gone.