Goodnight Lita 25
Edge strolled into his home, thoroughly exhausted and very happy to be there. He dragged his suitcase inside and left it by the door, depositing his duffel bag and keys on a nearby table. After shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it up, picked up the small pile of mail by the door and headed for his couch. He collapsed onto it and began sorting through it. He smiled as he noticed one of the magazines was another bridal magazine for Lita. He couldn't help but smile, flipping casually through the pages. Vegas was only a short time away. He knew Lita had an appointment with a bridal shop near her home today. She had even taken Maria home with her so she could go too. "Women," he huffed, amused at the seriousness the fairer sex devoted to weddings. He read the title of one article: "How to Create a Seamless Transition from the Ceremony to the Reception. 101 Handy Tips." Who takes this stuff that seriously?
He tossed the magazine aside and finished looking through the mail. Bored, he grabbed the remote from the arm of the couch and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels, finally landing on a hockey game. "Lightning versus the Devils? Awesome!" He made a quick run to the fridge for a beer, then he settled back on the couch to watch. A while later, as soon as the second period ended, his cell phone rang, blaring his entrance music. He smirked when he noticed it was his brother calling. "Hey Christian! Had to wait til the period was over before calling?" There was a pause on the other end of the line. 'Hey Edge. . . Yeah, I was waiting for the period to end. . ." Edge knew his brother well enough to tell something was wrong. "You sound like something's up. Is everything ok?"
Christian sighed through the phone. "Look bro, I almost don't know how to say this. I found something. . . I. . . I don't quite know how to tell you." Edge was worried. Christian was never this coy with him. "Hey Christian," he laughed, trying to bring some levity to the situation. "Just tell me. What's going on?"
"Well, it's really something you have to see. Is your laptop running?" Edge's brow furrowed. What the hell was going on? "No, you're going to have to give me a couple of minutes to get it running. You're kind of freaking me out. Are you okay, at least?" Christian laughed. "Sure, yeah, totally fine. . ." Edge quickly fished he laptop from his duffel bag and booted it up. He placed it on the dining table and sat down, waiting for everything to load. Slightly frustrated that he couldn't get a straight answer from his brother, he asked, "So how are things in Total Non-Existent Action?" He didn't really pay much attention to his reply and he the computer took its sweet time loading. After what seemed like forever, he was finally able to get online. "I sent you an e-mail with a link," Christian said, but Edge was halfway there. Youtube? What the hell could be on Youtube that upset Christian this much, he wondered. He clicked the link and waited while the page loaded. He saw the title first, and that caused his heart to skip a beat: Kane and Lita Re-United.
As the video began to play, Edge stared at the screen in horror. The quality wasn't fantastic, and he couldn't hear what they were saying; but then again, he didn't need to. While the two figures on the screen passionately embraced, all Edge could do was shout into his cell "What the fuck is this?" "Dude, I wish I had an explanation," Christian replied. "But look, it wasn't uploaded that long ago. It's not from when they were married. Has she said anything recently about him?" Edge paused and racked his brain. He couldn't remember her mentioning anything. But then he realized with horror, all the time alone he'd given her. Plenty of time to pull off an affair. "Son of a bitch," he muttered. "I can't fucking believe this! Christ, she's supposed to be picking out a god-damned wedding dress tomorrow!" He ran his free hand through his hair in frustration. "So, what are you going to do about the wedding," his brother asked quietly. Anger overtook Edge in a sudden rush. "Once a whore, always a whore," he muttered. "Kane? She's fucking Kane? I would understand anyone else in the roster! Hell, it wouldn't bother me if she was fucking you, but Kane?" he shouted into the phone. Christian was blessedly silent, giving his brother time to vent. After a few more moment's of Edge's frenzied tirade, he fell quiet.
"So, what's next," Christian asked. Edge's thoughts were spinning in a mad kaleidoscope. He wasn't sure. First and foremost, he wanted that red-headed slut to suffer. After a moment he answered his brother. "Nothing. As far a she's concerned, we know nothing about this. . . Look, give me some time. I need to figure out what I'm going to do. Can I count on you, whatever happens?" His brother answered immediately, "Of course. From getting revenge on trash bag whores to dumping bodies, I got your back." Christian clearly meant that as a joke, but at this point, Edge wasn't so sure that was out of the question.
Lita was in Hell.
A dazzling white, chiffon and sparkling Hell.
Maria grasped her hand tightly and softly exclaimed, "It's all so beautiful!"
Rack upon rack of dazzling white wedding gowns loomed over her, as Maria excitedly clutched her arm and drug her to the reception desk. Ready and waiting for their 1:00 appointment, was a lady in her mid 50's, their guide through the blindingly white jungle. She greeted the women with a toothy smile. Her graying brown hair was pulled back in an elaborate French braid, and she wore a sea green pantsuit. Lita hated her already. Maria greeted her with equal enthusiasm. "Hi my name's Maria and this is my friend Lita and we're here to find a wedding dress!" The saleswomen extended her hand. "Maria, I'm so glad to meet you. My name is Veronica and it will be my pleasure to help you find the gown of your dreams today."
The woman's eyes were focused on Maria, who looked like primo-bride material. She was happy, perky and smiling, obviously overjoyed to be here. The brunette diva smiled and shook her head, "No, not for me! Lita's going to get married. Not me. Yet!" Almost as if she hadn't noticed her before, Veronica's eyes moved to the dark cloud of a woman hovering near the door. If the duo hadn't come in together, She would have been positive this one came in to rob the place. The redhead hardly looked like a perspective bride. She looked sullen, dressed in a dark grey sweatshirt and black athletic pants. Unfazed and desperate for a sale, Veronica pranced up to her and extended her hand to Lita. "So pleased to meet you Lita," she said, examining her up close. Lita could see the distaste in her face, covered by a thin façade of professionalism. And why is this the one getting married? There was a moment of awkwardness while Veronica sized her up.
With the introductions over, Veronica launched into sales mode. "So what are we working with today? Bride and bridesmaid, or just the bride? When's the wedding? What budget do we have to work with?" Fortunately for Lita, Maria took charge of this. "Well, we haven't really found anything outstanding to try out, but we're very open to ideas. But this is kind of a rush, because the wedding's at the end of this month. And money is no object; her fiancé gave her the green light for whatever she wants." At that moment, Veronica found her reason for the rush, and her smugness read all over her face. She must be pregnant. That's the only reason why someone would marry this piece of trash in a hurry.
"Well let's do some waking and get some ideas," she said, guiding the girls into the virtual maze of gowns. Lita barely paid attention, allowing Maria to pull perspective gowns to try on. Lita could barely bring herself to look at row after row of gowns. She felt as enthusiastic as someone picking out which dress to be buried in. After about 20 minutes Maria had isolated 15 "let try-ers" and they all moved to the changing and show area. Lita was sent into the small booth to strip down and try the first candidate.
As she pulled off her sweatshirt and pants, Lita sulked at the situation. If Maria hadn't dragged her out of bed this morning, she never would have gone. She knew without a doubt that of all the "weddings" she'd endured, this one would be the worst mistake. Standing only in her underwear, she surveyed the still healing wounds and bruises in the mirror. Even though time had done some improvement, she still looked pretty bad.
Maria called through the door, "Ready for the first one?" Her voice was devoid of enthusiasm as she said, "Yeah." The door opened a crack, and the first gown was hung on the door. Lita couldn't believe her eyes. "Feathers? Are you insane?" The door opened and Maria's hand pulled the dress back out. 'Okay, okay. I thought it was cute. You don't have to try it. Hold on, I'll get another."
"I swear to God, if I see one more feather I'm going to-"
Maria quickly cut her off, sensing the helpless rage that seemed to possess Lita with every passing moment. "No more feathers, I promise." She handed that one back to Veronica, who had a strange look on her face. Maria brought the next gown and passed it through the door. "Here, I love this designer. This one is really cute," she said, hoping they could get out of this quickly.
The redhead closed her eyes tightly and just stood for a moment, not breathing, as if by sheer will she could stop the world. Now more than ever, she felt like someone watching a monumental tidal wave heading for the shore. She glared at the gown that was hanging over the door. "I hate you," she muttered. After a few moments, Lita reluctantly admitted that this wasn't going to get any better, so she resigned herself to her task. As she pulled the dress from the hanger, Maria knocked softly at the door. "How's it going? Need help getting it zipped?" "Yeah, give me a sec," she said softly, stepping into the gown and pulling it up. A moment later Maria stepped in. The brunette sucked in a huge breath and said "Ohmygoshyoulooksogood!" She moved behind Lita and help zip the gown up. "Wow, it seriously looks amazing. Come out so you can see it." Moving carefully, shrouded in several additional yards of cloth than she was used to, Lita stepped out into the showing area, where Veronica stood waiting.
The older woman's face broke out into a look of practiced awe as she sighed, "Oh how lovely." But Lita saw her face twitch in disgust as she noticed the still closing wound on her arm, the tattoos, the multitude of multihued bruises and red welts that still shone bright from Mickie's kendo attack. Veronica quickly hid her disgust behind a soft smile as she reached down un-bunch the gown's train. "This is a traditional princess gown. All the beading you see is genuine Swarovski crystals."
Lita stared into the mirror, not really seeing the image reflected back at her. She cocked her head slightly, wondering Is the third wedding really the charm? After a few moments, Lita found her voice and said, "I don't love it." Not dissuaded by her client's disinterest, Veronica marched over to a waiting rack of gown and pulled the next one down. This one is Oleg Cassini, very chic. . ." And so it went.
She stared blankly at the full length mirror a few feet away, barely noticing the gorgeous bridal gown she wore. It hardly looked different than the preceding 8, or the next 5 she still had to try on. Behind her, Veronica gently adjusted the long veil tucked into Lita's hair. "This cut on your body is gorgeous. It shows how strong you are, but still feminine. . ." Lita wanted to smack her. Behind her, sitting on a nearby couch, Maria watched silently, her lips pressed together as she studied Lita's reflected face. The redhead finally stopped to examine the dress, rubbing a fold of the fabric between her fingers.
As Lita's upper lip curled into a sneer of disgust, Maria bounded up from her seat, saying "Okay, well why don't we try this next one? This one's okay, but let's try another." As the brunette went over to the rack holding the still to be tried dresses, Lita hoisted the voluminous skirts up in a decidedly un-lady like fashion and went back to the changing room. She dropped heavily onto a small chair, waiting for Maria to bring in the next gown.
After a few moments, Maria came into the changing room, the next gown over her arm. "Ready for the next one?" Lita sighed. "You don't want to know," Lita said, standing so Maria could help her out of the dress. "This next one is Beau LeBlanc, he does beautiful stuff. I really like this one," Maria said, smiling happily as she smoothed a wrinkle from the new dress as Lita stepped out of the other one. "Too many sparkles," Lita said, but allowed Maria to help her into it. Once it was one, they went back out to the main gallery where the sales lady sat in wait. She was gazing disappointedly at the already dismissed gowns, growing unhappy with her difficult client. But as soon as the Divas came back into view, she pasted a huge grin on her face and cried, "Oh how beautiful!" Lita bit back a groan and moved to stand on the pedestal so she could see in the mirror.
As much as she detested the woman in the sea green pant suit, Lita knew she wasn't faking her reaction. The dress was gorgeous, and Lita knew she looked gorgeous in it. Veronica sensed and end to this ordeal and went for the final sale. "This is Beau LeBlanc, as Maria said. This is a beautiful strapless trumpet style that hugs your body wonderfully. Again the little bit of detail on the sash at your waist is Swarovski crystal. The train is very short, ideal for a destination wedding, as Maria mentioned earlier. The back has a certain timeless elegance. If you will turn, you can see these small satin buttons run from the top to the hem." Lita was silent as she turned, taking in all the details. She grudgingly admitted it wasn't too sparkly. Maria and Veronica watched Lita slowly came to the determination this one was it. "Alright," she said softly. "It'll do." Maria had a huge, relieved grin on her face, as she stood up beside Lita, fussing over each little detail of the gown. Veronica stepped up and said, "Now I understand you ladies have no budget, but you understand that gown is $11,000?" Lita stared up at her, realizing that this bitch of a woman was trying to imply she couldn't afford the gown. "Not a problem. Maria, will you grab Edge's credit card from my bag?" Veronica eyebrows rose a few inches, sufficiently impressed as she was presented with the card. She tottered off with Maria to complete the payment details while Lita retreated back into the changing room. She gently took the dress of and felt a sudden sense of relief. Picking this dress was a combination of two things. Yes, she kind of liked it. But she liked making Edge pay for it even more.
By the time she was dressed, Maria was done paying for the thing, and they had set up the rush order for Lita's gown. The duo headed outside to Maria's car. "Did that really take two hours?" Lita muttered as they drove off. Their next stop was a local mall to purchase the finishing touches for their Halloween costumes. Maria had been trying to get Lita to reveal her choice for days, but the redhead kept the secret closely guarded. As stupid and inane the Diva's costume contest always was, this one counted just as much as a real match. If she didn't win, she was toast. She knew that a simple Naughty Nurse of Slutty Angel wasn't going to cut it. She had slowly assembled pieces of her outfit for a few weeks, but she still had a few things to add. As they walked through the mall, Maria asked, seemingly offhandedly, "Do you want to go to Sephora? I need some new nail polish for Halloween." Lita quickly agreed, but then paused, realizing that Maria still hadn't revealed what she was going as. The costume contest stood apart from all her other matches as one where anyone had a good shot at winning. As they headed for the familiar white and black storefront, Lita tried to casually ask, "So what are you going as again?" The brunette smiled coyly. "I don't want to give away the surprise, but I will make sure I don't outshine you."
Lita felt a huge wave of relief and gratitude swell through her. She caught Maria's hand and said, "Thank you. . . For everything." Maria returned her smile and gave her hand a squeeze. "Look, we're here," she said excitedly as they arrived to the store. Lita shopped with abandon, filling her basket with more makeup than she could ever wear at one time. This was going on Edge's tab too, and she had no qualms about buying top quality makeup at his expense. Maria shopped much more conservatively, buying a few lip glosses and a bottle of nail polish that just so happened to match the dark purple one Lita currently wore. Maria couldn't help but notice all of Lita's purchases were in shades of black and blood red.
When they'd finished their rounds of the mall, Maria convinced Lita that milkshakes and French fries would be the perfect afternoon snack before heading home. After splitting an order of waffle fries with lots of ketchup, they headed home, milkshakes in tow. As Lita drove them home, Maria picked her moment to address a sensitive subject. "So. . . How are things with Kane?" Lita didn't say anything right away, but Maria noticed her face went a bit pale. "I have no idea. I haven't spoken to him since we wound up in his SUV, fucking like teenagers," she said. Maria blushed at her bluntness. "What even made you sure that hooking me up with Kane is a good idea?' Lita pressed. "What if he's just screwing with me as some kind of twisted revenge scheme?" Maria toyed with her milkshake cup a moment before she said, "He wouldn't look at you like he does if it was revenge. He looks at you like you're the only woman on the earth that matters to him. Edge looks at you like he thinks he possesses you." Now it was Lita's turn to blush. Lita started to defy her assertion, when Maria pointedly interrupted her. "Tell me you haven't fantasized about him breaking up this wedding just like the last time." Lita couldn't bring herself to admit that she'd done just that earlier. Except her fantasy involved Kane stripping her out of that lovely wedding dress and celebrating the wedding night they never had before. "No comment," she muttered. Maria smiled to herself as they completed the journey in silence.
After a boisterous greeting by the dogs, Lita brought out the large box she'd been using to keep all of her costume supplies. She showed Maria the different pieces and a sketch of how it would all fit together. Maria's admiration was clear as she said, "Those other bitches don't stand a chance. Lita, this is amazing!" The redhead couldn't help smiling as she pulled out small squishy package from the box. "Hey Maria, ever worn a blood pack before?"
Monday Night Raw
Lita was the first wrestler to arrive. Edge wasn't with her this time. When she called him on Sunday, he said something about taking care of something and told her to fly on without him. That was fine with her. She walked to the dressing rooms area and found the room marked only with her name. She smiled, pleased that her request for a private room was granted with a minimum of fuss. The room was fairly small, but more than large enough for her purpose. She set down the large plastic bin she carried and dropped her duffel bag from her shoulder. Before she started to dress, she made a beeline for Josh's booth.
When she found him, he was still mid-setup, but he stopped and greeted her with a friendly hug. Nervously, Lita asked, "You got it finished, right?" He gave her a broad grin. "I've got your surprise right here," he said excitedly. He led her to his computer and headed her a set of headphones. "I worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it. We got your Titantron video edited to match. Go ahead and put those on and I'll play it for you." She slipped on the headphones as Josh queued up the track on his computer. Lita listened intently as the music played for her ears only. A huge grin slowly spread across her face as she listened. She met Josh's eager gaze and said, "This is incredible!" She gave him another hug, grateful for his help. She handed him back the headphones, her spirits lifted knowing that she had a fantastic entrance for the contest. She chatted with Josh a few moments longer, just to make sure everything would be perfect. Josh had pulled some favors and got her special lighting request approved. Satisfied everything was in place, she headed back to her dressing room.
Once she was inside and the door securely locked behind her, she began to unpack the bin and lay out the various parts of her ensemble. She had just started to undress when her phone rang. Maria greeted her happily. 'I wanted to let you know I'm here, and I'm wearing that blood pack thingy in the place you asked." "Great! Maria, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this." "No problem," the brunette chirped, "I'll see you in the ring!." Lita tossed her phone onto the counter that lined one wall and changed out of her street clothes. She consulted her sketch of the final result, just to make sure she hadn't forgotten any of it since the last time she checked. Then, slowly and carefully, she began her transformation.
The start of Raw's second hour was the annual Diva's costume contest. Jerry the King Lawler stood in the ring, microphone in hand as he gave a brief introduction. Then it was the Diva's turn. First out came Torrie Wilson. She appeared to be some kind of slutty Little Bo Peep in her pink, dirndl style dress. Under her arm was her little dog, that appeared to be wearing a lamb costume. Then came Candace Michelle dressed as a slutty sailor girl. One by one the Divas filtered in, each wearing a costume that had the word 'slutty' in it. There were only three left to enter the ring when Lita's normal music suddenly filled the arena. Lita, who was carefully concealed to make her surprise entrance, stared in shock at the Titantron. No! It was supposed to be special! What the fuck happened to Josh? She was screaming curses in her head when suddenly, someone bounded out of the gorilla and down the entrance ramp. Lita's mouth fell open as she watched herself enter the ring.
Maria did her homework well. She had dyed her thick tresses the same red color as Lita. She wore a vintage Lita tank top and necklace over a purple fishnet top. Her black cargo pants were slung low on her hips, allowing an acid green thong to peek above them. Her nails were painted dark purple, and she had copied Lita's usual makeup to perfection. The fishnet top was torn on her right arm, exposing her famous tattoo. Lita nearly burst out laughing. Whoever did the tattoo wound up making a green, three eyed smiley face. Maria bounded around the ring, the crowd cheering their approval. Lawler was clearly pleased as he shouted into the microphone, "And here we have the lovely Lita, I mean, Maria!"
It was time for the next contestant. Lita watched carefully as Trish Stratus made her entrance. It seemed that Trish had taken the challenge just as serious as Lita. Instead of a slutty whatever, Trish strutted to the ring in an amazingly accurate Captain Jack Sparrow costume. Aside from the copious amount of cleavage, she could have stepped straight from the movie. Once in the ring, she pulled out a sword and climbed to the top of a turnbuckle, brandishing it daringly. Lita felt her pulse quicken as the crowd roared for "Captain Trish Sparrow," as Lawler was crowing.
After Trish had a few moments, Lawler started to announce, "And finally we have Li-"
Suddenly, the arena was plunged into darkness. The noise of the crowd swelled with excitement. For several moments, there was nothing except the ominous sound of a cold wind blowing. Suddenly, there was a pulse of music, just two beats, before the sound of the blowing wind returned, louder this time. The crowd grew even louder, for they had seen the brief image of a woman's eyes flashing when the music sounded. The two beats of music sounded again. . . then again. . . then again. When the eerie wind sounded again, the house light suddenly burst on, momentarily blinding everyone. Lita's theme began to play in earnest. But there was now an extra figure in the ring. When the other Divas realized she was there, they all moved back in fright. They weren't entirely sure the thing crouching there was Lita.
Lita slowly stood, raising herself to her full height. Most impressively, two large black leathery wings extended from her back. Lita's hair was streaked with black and hung disheveled down her back between the wings. Her cleavage was encased in black leather bustier that looked like it had blood stains sprayed across it. Her midriff was bare and she wore a pair of skintight pants that might as well have been tights. A black thong peeked up at the back. Her feet were encased in stiletto boots that looked like cloven hooves. Every bit of exposed skin was pale white, except for her lips, which were red as blood. Curving over her bottom lip were two long, deadly looking fangs. But even Lawler turned away from her eyes. It seemed almost as if she didn't have eyes. Her eyes were totally white. The pupil and iris were both gone. It truly was a disturbing sight.
She began to move about the ring, but her movements weren't natural. She moved like a predator, stalking the other Divas who ran like frightened sheep to get away from her. Only Maria didn't back away. The former brunette seemed enthralled, almost hypnotized by her demonic doppelganger. The demonic Lita began to circle her, holding her gaze. Demonic Lita suddenly darted behind her, pulling Maria against her body. Maria melted against her, as Lita caressed her almost like a lover. She brushed Maria's newly red tresses over her left shoulder and then suddenly, savagely, yanked her head to the side, exposing her neck. Demonic Lita bared even more of those horrible fangs in an evil smile before she struck, tearing into Maria's neck. Blood spurted across the ring as Lita attacked. Maria started screaming and thrashed in Lita's vise-like hold. The other Divas leapt from the ring in horror as Lawler quickly retreated to the announce table. Blood poured down Lita's chin and cleavage as she let Maria go. The little Diva hit the mat and rolled from the ring and ran up the ramp, screaming all the way. Now alone in the ring, Lita crouched back down, and made a show of slowly licking the blood from her fingers. The crowd was agape. After a long moment, Lawler found his voice as he announced, "And the winner is. . . Lita." With his proclamation the crowd exploded with cheers that quickly became a Lita chant. The lights in the arena blacked out again and the chant grew all the louder.
Lita! Lita! Lita! Lita! Lita! Lita!
When the lights came back on, the ring was empty, still surrounded by the rest of the bewildered Divas. Torrie Wilson looked at Candace Michelle and said, "I told you she was fucking possessed or something!"
Lita stepped through the gorilla still half blind from the contacts that made her eyes appear completely white. She never saw the large hand that clamped down over her arm and yanked her to the side. There was no doubt in her mind just who it was that was brazen enough to snatch her away like this. She was dragged along the corridor for several yards until she was quickly tugged into some sort of room. She heard the door close and lock. She couldn't help but smile. She softly called his name, "Kane?" Even with her severely diminished sight, she could still make out his tall, hulking shape standing a few feet away from her. He reached out and touched the fangs that still protruded from her lip. "Can you take those out," he asked tersely. She nodded and quickly pulled the porcelain fangs out.
Instantly he was on her, crushing her body against his and seeking her lips in a desperate kiss. She eagerly succored, kissing him with abandon, moaning happily as his tongue caressed hers. His strong arms lifted her until she could wrap her legs around his waist and press her breasts again his bare chest. Between fervent kisses he said, "That. . . was. . . the … sexiest thing. . . I've ever. . . seen!" He kissed her deeply, stealing all of her rational thoughts, his large hands clutching her protectively. He began to trail kisses down her next and to her cleavage. "You taste like strawberries" he murmured, pillowing his head on her breasts for a moment. "That would be the fake blood," she laughed. She was eternally grateful to Maria for agreeing to wear the blood pack. Maria's choice of costume had just made the scenario all the better. He kissed her again, softer this time. "I missed you," he said softly. She tenderly ran her fingers over his face and said, 'I missed you too." He held her for a long while, stroking her back between the wings.
In the quiet of the moment, they could hear people outside in the hallway. They both cringed when they heard someone distinctly say, "Has anyone seen Lita?" She sadly pulled away from him. "That's my cue," she said, disappointed she didn't have more time with him. She retrieved her fangs from where they fell on the floor and made a move to the door, but he caught her wrist. "Lita, we need to talk," he said. She couldn't quite make out the expression on his face, but it seemed serious. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. "Meet me after the show. Edge said he already has plans. Can you meet me at the 7 Eleven down the block?" Kane agreed and released her hand. She slipped from the room and casually walked down the hallway to her own dressing room.
After a moment, she heard a familiar voice rush up to her. "Lita, babe you were amazing out there. You kicked ass," Edge exclaimed as he hugged her. He pulled back after a moment. "Man, you are covered in blood. How about a shower?" Lita smiled at him. "Sounds great. This stuff is getting kind of gross now." He pressed a kiss to her forehead and led her off to his dressing room to shower and change.
Please don't hate me for taking so long. This chapter has been sitting half finished for years. I'm so sorry it took so long, but I will finish this. Thank you so much for staying with me!