Locking the door to the rental car she was using for the weekend, Lily double-checked her reflection in the clear glass of the window. It had been a long week, but she wasn't sure she'd ever been so happy.

She had worked overtime, making six films in one week, in order to ensure that she could afford to take the time off that she needed to prepare for the reading that Dave had arranged for her. After the audition, she hopped a plane to Atlanta to meet up with Randy. If she was correct, this would be the greatest weekend of her life.

As she approached the back dock of the arena, the ringing of her business phone stopped her progress. Fishing it out of her large bag, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and answered. "Lily Wright. . . yes, sir. . . it was my pleasure. . . oh, well thank you. . . I understand. . . thank you."

Pocketing the phone, she continued into the building and scanned the backstage area for her boyfriend. Instead, her eyes fell on Dave, dressed in a skin-tight tee shirt bearing his own name and his wrestling trunks. She would be lying if she said he wasn't part of her excitement over this particular weekend. Normally, supershows made her uncomfortable, with so many people running around backstage. But this weekend was different.

Walking quickly toward him, she stopped just short of colliding with his massive chest. "Hey," he laughed, resting his hands on her shoulders as his eyes searched her brimming smile. "You look happy."

Lily giggled. "I am. Ask me why," she instructed.

"Why?" he asked, his voice edged with amusement at the giddy appearance he had yet to see from her. He had to admit that it was nice to see this version, instead of the sad girl that he usually met with.

"I got it!" she shrieked, throwing her arms around his neck. "I got the part!"

Dave laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her from the ground and spinning her around before setting her back down and squeezing her close again. "I'm proud of you, Lily," he whispered in her ear.

Pulling back from him, she blushed a little bit. "Sorry," she stammered, taking another step back. "Sorry about that."

Dave just shook his head and pulled her into another hug. "Don't worry about it. I'm really happy for you," he laughed again, fighting the urge to kiss the top of her head.

There was something different about her this time. Though she still wore her trademark jeans and boots, she capped the professional look off with a matching vest and tailored jacket set. Her dark hair was newly cut with layers that framed her beautiful face and seemed to bring her hazel eyes to sparkling life. Without thinking, he reached out to push her hair behind her ear.

"I can't thank you enough, Dave. Seriously, what you did means the world to me." When their eyes met, it was as if the world fell away. Though her mind was screaming that she should walk away, he was seemingly hypnotizing her with his intense gaze.

He shrugged slightly. "I just gave you a name. You got the part yourself," he reminded her. "I can't believe this. How excited was Randy?"

She bit her lip and looked around the bustling halls again. "I haven't actually told him yet. I just found out in the parking lot. I was looking for him, but," she started and then turned back. "I haven't seen him yet."

Part of him wanted to admonish her for not looking a little bit harder, but another was glad he was the first person she had told. For more than two weeks, he had done his best to get her out of his head, telling himself that he had done the right thing by sending her away. But it was as if Lily Wright did not want to be forgotten. Or maybe he just didn't want to let her go just yet. At least from his fantasies.

"Try his dressing room," he smiled, nodding over his shoulder in the direction she could find her boyfriend.

Lily nodded and turned on her heel, refusing to look back. Maybe seeing Dave first had been a bad idea. But he had been there when she walked in. And she felt like he deserved to know the big news, seeing as he was the one who had made it happen. Randy would understand that.

Rounding the corner, she heard a round of giggles that could only mean one thing. Pushing the door open, she smiling slightly at the sight before her.

Edge was sandwiched between Torrie and Candice on the couch, with Maria and Ashley perched on the arms of the furniture. He strummed the guitar in his lap while they all hung on his every word, clapping and encouraging him to keep going.

Lily leaned in the doorway, smiling when he realized she was there. "Tiger Lily! Come on in, Precious," he invited.

But Lily just shook her head. "What did you do with my boyfriend?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes playfully.

Edge held up his hands. "I've been right here for the last hour. Haven't I, ladies?" They all nodded and assured Lily that he had an airtight alibi. "I thought he went to look for you," he said, returning to the song he had been about to "wow" the ladies with.

Rolling her eyes, Lily left him to his entertaining and set out in search of Randy once more. It was almost time for the show to start and she couldn't imagine where he might be.

Finally, after searching for fifteen minutes, Lily found him at gorilla position, preparing himself for the start of the show. "There you are," she smiled, nudging his knee.

Randy looked up, a slight smile curling his lips as he tilted his face to accept her kiss. "You got your hair cut," he said distractedly. She nodded and he reached up to touch it. "Looks good," he said.

Lily watched his blue eyes carefully and ran her hand over the back of his hair and down his neck. "You okay, baby?"

Shaking off the sensation running down his spine, he nodded and stood from the table he had been sitting on. "I'm fine. Just kinda gettin' in the zone," he held up the script to illustrate his point. "Look, I gotta finish learning my lines, so you can either wait in the dressing room or just meet me back at the hotel, okay?" Without waiting for a response, he walked away.

Lily wasn't sure what had just happened, but as she watched him leave, she told herself he was just busy with work. He would get over it. They would still have the greatest weekend ever. She could make sure of that as soon as he got back to the hotel.