A/N; The Vince and WWE McMahon... no, wait, Vince McMahon and the WWE own all. Even my soul. ... especially my soul.
cough erm, anyway, this is the prolouge to a fic that was inspired by being at my 1yr old cousins birthday party, and seeing all the people with one/two/three/four/five/six year olds. Lots and lots of small children. ARGH! ..anyway, it came to me, so I wrote it.
Stephanie sighed as she surveyed the room, a half empty wineglass in one hand and the other propping her head up on the arm of the couch. She swirled the contents of her glass idly, wondering why she had agreed to come to to the function that she was now currently, for lack of a better term, stuck at. Sighing again, she looked at her watch, noting that barely half an hour had passed since she had last chanced a glance at it. Shaking her head slightly, she mentally corrected her earlier thought. Even if she could have said no, she wouldn't have refused coming to Shane and Marissa's house. It was her favorite, hell, her only nephews birthday; she wasn't about to pass up a chance to spoil him rotten.
Eyeing up her glass, Stephanie swallowed the contents swiftly, deciding it was time for a refill. And, if she could fill her obligations as the aunt and talk to a few people, do the standard meet and greet. And, unfortunately, with that came talking to people that just wanted to gush about their spouses, children and white picket fences. It was all just so dull, un-interesting ... and really what she craved, deep down inside. Not that she would ever tell anyone that, because that secret could completely destroy the image she had spent so long building up. The hard ass bitch persona was not going anywhere. Not if Stephanie had anything to say about it.
Which, with her life in the tailspin that it seemed to be in at the moment, she wouldn't . Stephanie had a feeling that it would begin to fail, she just hoped that it would happen later, rather than sooner. She hadn't quite left her mark deep enough on the WWE just yet.
Oh no. She was just getting started.
Okie tokie. So, tell me what you think, shoud I keep going with this? I have ideas... IDEAS I TELLS YOU!