Charlotte was headed to catering to see if they had anything that she could eat. She was on a very strict diet. You didn't become Diva's champ by eating whatever you want and having no discipline. Her dad was telling stories as they walked. When they got to the catering area, she gazed at all the undeserving and useless wrestlers, male and female, sitting together and having a good time. Pathetic. They waste their time here when they could be getting good enough to lace up her boots. Her gaze lands on someone who she just proved couldn't lace up her boots.
Becky was sitting with that lunatic she was friends with now, and laughing at something stupid he had said. She watches Dean laugh when Becky does that cute snort thing she does when she laughs too hard. Charlotte and Paige used to tease her about that. She watches the ease that is present between the two of them as they talk and laugh. Her eyes beginning to furrow into a glare. Ambrose punched her father last night. He shouldn't be out of prison yet, unless Becky helped get him out.
Dean leaned forward and tried to mess up Becky's hair as she tried to slap his hand away, laughing all the while. Charlotte could see the bruises shaping up on Ambrose's fist from the sucker punch that he gave her dad. If only she could make him pay for that publicly, but her dad had instructed her to keep it quiet. He didn't need the publicity of getting knocked out by some young crazy kid.
There was one thing that was bugging Charlotte. She had won that match last night against Becky. She'd made her tap. She had been the best, yet again. Why wasn't Becky sad? Becky should be devastated, and if Ambrose should be doing anything it should have been comforting her. Did the belt not mean that much to her? Had Charlotte's betrayal meant nothing? Had Charlotte meant nothing to her?
She clenched her jaw and shut that thought down. Becky wasn't worth the time that it would take to explore those thoughts anyway. She looked down to the Diva's Title and sighs. She is happy enough with just this on her shoulder. She begins to walk away, but can't resist one final look at Becky's happy face.