ACT 3- A Bridal Shop

Not too long after that night, in a small bridal shop, a chair on both sides of a table complete with a sewing machine sat Amy, her hair is loose and falls along her flashy clothes. There was a white dress that looked something like a cross between a communion dress and a dress for a party, only fitting of an pretty young girl. Joy is very smart and sharp when it comes to sex. She works with excitement and enthusiasm as Amy waits like an obedient child, an obedient child with a stubborn temper. But Joy's strength in women's intuition makes her aware of Amy's patient hostility.

Amy picks up a pair of scissors, "Joy, make the neck lower please."

"Stop it Amy."

"Just an inch, how much can just one inch do?"

"It's too much."

Amy lets out a frustrated sigh, "Joy, it's a dress for a dance not a wedding."

"With boys, a dance could eventually lead to a wedding, or what comes after."

"Oh!"

"I promised Bradshaw."

"Oh, Bradshaw. He never lets me do anything fun, I haven't had excitement in a month before this gala Vince is holding! All I do is work all day and am bored all night, I can't wrestle, all I can do is watch at ringside. Why do I even bother leaving the tv in the hotel?"

"To be with JBL."

"But now, lately, when I look at John… nothing happens."

"Happens? Well what do you expect to happen?"

"Oh, I dunno. Something. What did you expect to happen when you looked at him?"

"I don't know, it was too long ago." Joy stops to think. "It's when I didn't expect something to happen, then it happens."

"Maybe you have more chemistry with him than I do."

"Had, dear."

Amy smirks craftily, "No, I'm pretty sure it's still there."

"One more word and I'll rip this to shreds!" Joy holds up the dress.

"No, that's no necessary." Amy bit her lip with a pause. "But perhaps you could lower the neck…"

"Maybe next time, sister."

"Next time I'll be married and nobody will care how low down it hangs."

"Oh, how low down will you where it?"

"Down here." Amy laughs, lowering her hand to her stomach. "I just hate the design of this dress."

"Either don't wear it or don't go to the ball, can't be both, Cinderella."

"Some fairy godmother."

"I'm not even a mother, how could I be a godmother."

"Fine, I won't go." Amy grabbed the dress. "We couldn't at least color it."

"No we couldn't." Joy began to help Amy into the dress. "You'd look so nice in red."

"Yea, white is for babies or patients."

"Or virgins."

"I'll be the only one there wearing white."

Joy rolled her eyes, "Oh I'm sure."

"Oh but it is a beautiful dress, thank you I love it and I love you." She hugs Joy, just then JBL enters followed by Orlando Jordan.

Bradshaw smiles, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, come see." Amy twirls in the dress. "Is it beautiful?"

"Yes." He kisses her and looks at her face. "Very." Amy blushed. "Very beautiful."

Amy turns to Orlando, "Come on over, don't be afraid, we won't bite."

"But this outfit is for a lady."

"Well duh, it's a dress." Joy laughed.

"No I mean this little shop of horrors."

"Please Orlando, this ball tonight is very important to me, I want to have a wonderful time dancing tonight."

JBL watches Joy finish suiting up Amy, "Why?"

"Because I want to have some excitement, and I want to have fun with everyone. Nothing will ruin the magic tonight."

Bradshaw tenses, "Magic?"

Amy began to twirl around in the dress, she felt as if she twirled the whole way to the hotel gala for when she stopped she realized she was surrounded by brightly colored streamers and other SmackDown divas in dresses, not only that, but Raw divas as well.