Authors Note : Update. So, I've decided to focus on this story until its conclusion which is on its way. For those of you who have read the beginning of 'Confide in Me', stick with me. I promise I won't forget about it and weill update soon. As ever, I hope you guys enjoy and leave a review. I disclaim!

"Ow! My god woman, you stick than pin in my side one more time and I'm gonna break your face!"

Trish glowered down at the assistant as colour flushed into her face, muttering apologies as she carefully retracted the pin from length of material she had been working on. Huffing as loud as possible, Trish crossed her arms across her chest wanting nothing more than to throw a temper tantrum.

Who on knew getting measured for your wedding dress could be this stressful? Trish's mother had assured her that this was some of the best bits of getting married…the preparation. Measuring and sculpting your wedding dress to your personal desires was a rewarding experience that would fill you with a lifetime of memories and pleasure.

That was of course, assuming the useless dress maker didn't stab you to death with a needle first. Glaring down from her vantage point, Trish noted with some annoyance that tow of her closest friends in the world, Amy and Melina were both huddled in the corner, pouring over the selection of bridal magazines that were provided, squealing with approval and hushed giggles on what they thought were attractive gowns. Feeling the vein in her head pulsating Trish sighed in exasperation. What was she doing here?

Hiding.

Not hiding, just regrouping she assured herself, preparing for my wedding. Trish hadn't been seen on WWE programmes for over a month. After she was finally discharged from hospital, Randy had insisted he take Trish home, and care for her during the weekend. In all honesty, Trish had felt suffocated. Randy had been around every minute of every hour for four days in straight. In the end, she had ordered him to get back on the road and return to work. Trish swore that if he gave her one more concerned of worried look she was going to slap him. With a frying pan.

And as Trish had predicted, Randy had gone straight after Kane, brutalizing him backstage so badly, that Trish wondered if even his own mother could recognise him. With Kane so badly injured from the brawl, Randy was given a shot at the Number One Contenderships for the WWE championship, easily besting three other men for the position. And with Trish on the injured list, their Tag Team Championships were considered vacant, only for Randy and John Cena to win them the same night.

Things looked to be on the up for Randy, whilst Trish convalesced at home. It was at that point she realised she was slowly going insane being stuck with nothing to focus on. Deciding that a distraction was necessary, Trish had thrown herself in earnest into planning her wedding. The date had been set for January 21st, a week before the Royal Rumble was due to take place. And the ceremony would be held in Toronto. Both agreeing that the event would be non-denominational, Trish had ruled out all of the local churches, instead choosing a beautiful spot in a National Park for the ceremony.

She had fought with Randy, (or as she had suspected, Elaine) over the marriage being held in Canada, but she had reasoned that if she was going to relocate to be with Randy in St. Missouri, the least she could do was get married in Toronto. Randy had eventually backed down, and it had been decided, even if Elaine wasn't happy with it.

Three weeks into her downtime, and Trish pretty much had everything planned down to the final details, from the scented candles being used at the outdoor ceremony, to the timetable for Randy's stag night. Trish had personally taken it upon herself to vet out the strippers being invited to the night, casting scrutinous glances and banning the less virtuous of the women in place of ones she was sure would taunt and tantalise, but not touch.

And now, after a month away from the spotlight of the WWE, Trish suddenly felt complatative about her future. Would it be so bad not being on the road all the time? Going from city to city, living out of suitcases and hotels. For the past seven years, Trish's life had mostly been the insides of hotels and faceless gyms. She loved working for the WWE, it was in her blood. But she couldn't help wonder if maybe there should be something more to life now. She had hit thirty, being engaged to an amazing guy and planning her own wedding. Maybe this is what it was supposed to be like. Maybe Trish didn't want to be a Diva anymore. Maybe Trish wanted to be a wife and mother.

Five years ago, there was no way Trish would ever have considered leaving the company. But now? Well, the idea of never being dropped on her head for the rest of her life wasn't exactly something Trish could pass up.

Randy would take it hard. Even though he was only a few years younger than Trish, they were important. He had just hit his stride in his profession and as a man. He had everything to live for, so much to strive to become. Trish had already achieved so much in her life and her career. For her to now become a wife and a mother seemed so natural to her, Trish wondered how this train of thought had never occurred to her before. Maybe it was better to go out on top, in RAW's main event, participating in an 'I quit Match' to become the Number One Contender for the WWE title. Trish knew she couldn't do any better than that.

Interrupting her thoughts, Amy's voice sounded in Trish's ears.

"Trisha, I don't think its possible for any human being to look more miserable that you do right now." Trish glanced down into the softly smiling face of her red-headed friend.

"I'm alright. Just thinking I guess. You think I can get down from this stool now Gloria? My head is starting to hurt." Trish rubbed at her temple as the dressmaker nodded her head, giving Trish a hand to step down, before literally collapsing back onto the leather couch near by. Concerned flooded Melina's face as she crossed to sit through her friend, handing her a bottle of water.

Taking small sips, Trish smiled gratefully at her friend. Ever since the Tombstone Piledriver from Kane, Trish had bouts of dizziness and fatigue attack her when things got too stressful for her. The doctor had assured her it was nothing to worry about, but sometimes it was all Trish could do not to faint. And with the added pressure of her wedding and concerns from work, Trish found herself feeling in a constant state of tiredness.

Dropping her head, so it rested easily on Melina's shoulder, Trish let her eyes flutter closed, her chest resting to a more gentle breathing pattern. There was just so much to think about now, all the time. Trish wondered if in some small way she had already made the decision to leave the WWE, and her stubborn side was trying to fight against it.

"I think," Trish began, opening her eyes as she took in her friends who had gathered all around her, "I think I'm going to ask for a release from my contract."

"Will you fuck," Amy spat, dropping to her knees before Trish, "are you totally smacked off you tits woman? You can't quit! Not now! Not after everything you've worked for…what you've done for the rest of us."

Trish smiled sadly, cupping her friends face in her palm "That's the point Amy. I've done everything I can in the WWE now. I've worked my cute little butt off, and I think its about time that I learned to say enough. RAW was just a reminder of how very real the danger is that we face every night when we go out to the ring."

"So what?" Melina countered, "we've known what the dangers have been for years and we've fought through them. We need you Trish. You're the one that's kept our division open for as long as it has. Please don't walk away on your legacy."

"That's the thing Melina…you girls don't need me anymore. I paved the way, I did the groundwork so you and Torrie, and Maria and Michelle and all of those girls could come up through the ranks and go out there and shine. I've beaten every single woman the company has offered, some on multiple occasions," Trish offered a mischievous smile as she took Amy's hand in her own.

"Maybe it's just my time now. I'd rather walk away at the very height of my career, than hang past my welcome for people to say I'm not as good as I was. Leaving my legacy is better than tarnishing it." Melina hang her head slightly, feeling defeated as Amy simply shook her head.

"I can go to RAW in a few weeks and just announce it. Vince can threaten me all he wants with lawsuits and anything he wants…but the time is right. I'm ready to retire." Trish smiled sadly, as if speaking the words made her intentions more real to her. She had a life to live. She didn't want to squander it anymore inside that ring.

"You can't do that," the voice came from the doorway, startling every person in the shop Craning her head to get a better view, Trish took the visitor in with a mix of shock and utter surprise as she recognised her straight away.

Closing the umbrella in her hand, Stephanie McMahon carefully readjusted her coat as she stepped further into the bridal shop, sending sprinkles of rain way in a myriad of directions. Grinning warmly at the girls, she removed her jacket, handing it to an assistant. As ever, she was impeccably dressed in a pin-stripe business suit. There was now way anyone could tell she hadn't long ago given birth to a beautiful baby girl.

Taking a seat next to Trish, Stephanie smiled fondly at the blonde Canadian. "Congratulations on the engagement Trish. Sorry it's taken me so long to say it." Stephanie blushed softly, as Trish nodded her head a little, her eyes full of questions at Stephanie's presence here during a fitting for her wedding dress.

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing here right?…Well I'm going to be straight with you here Trish," Stephanie began, "because I think you deserve it. My father would never admit it, but you're the best thing that's happened to his company in a long damn time. If you saw the numbers your match against Kane pulled in…well, it was nothing short of Wrestlemania standards. My Dad is finally starting to see why the Women's Division is an untapped resource."

Trish rolled her eyes, not surprised one bit at Vince's blinded arrogance.

"But more than that, he realises how wrong he was about you. Your popularity is like nothing he's experienced before. He's used to creating the stars Trish, getting the fans behind them because he's made it that way. But with you…" Stephanie faltered slightly as glanced at her friend, "your popularity sky rocketed because of your charisma. You achieved it yourself with very little imputer him. He's equally intrigued and pissed off by the fact he had nothing to do with your rise to superstar status. But he's onto it now Trish. And he's not letting go. He's going send word that he wants you at next week's RAW for a huge announcement. I thought I'd give you a head's up before hand."

"I appreciate it. What's the announcement going to be…?" Trish enquired, raising and eyebrow into a harsh arch.

"I don't know," Stephanie admitted, "but I know he wants you there, in person at the arena. I don't think I need to explain what kind of grief saying 'no' would bring. Not just for you, but for Randy."

"Is that a threat?" Trish fired, feeling that Stephanie was making veiled threat towards her man.

"Not at all Trish. But you as well as I know how my Dad works. If he can't get you, he'll come at you through the people that you love." Stephanie shot a few glances at Amy and Melina, before sighing softly. "Anyway, my limo is waiting outside. I just wanted to let you know what was going down before it actually happens Trish. You deserve that much at least. And I'm sorry I crashed your fitting. But you're gonna look beautiful on your wedding day Trish. You really deserve it. I think you and Randy were made for each other."

Trish shared Stephanie's infectious smile as she got up to leave. Reaching the doorway, Stephanie turned back to face Trish.

"And Trish…?" Stephanie offered.

"Yeah?" Trish replied.

"For what it's worth…I hope you re-consider your decision to leave the WWE. I respect your personal choice, but you're an awesome role model and inspiration for everyone who knows you, both in the ring and backstage. But if you do decide its time to move on, let me be the first to say thank you for everything you've done for the company, and you'll be sorely missed."

Tilting her head slightly in a nod, Stephanie raised her umbrella as she headed out into the storm again, leaving Trish to consider her words.

Obviously something was going to happen at next week's RAW, to which she had been summoned whether she wanted to attend or not. To say Trish was uneasy at the prospect of another Vince led scheme would be an understatement. If Vince was planning something for Trish, there was no way it could be good. And by proxy, this was bad news for Randy as well. The only question now, was would Trish have the courage to show up to RAW and face the music?