A/N: OK, here's part three. A quick heads up for you guys—I'm going to post parts 4, 5, and 6 all in one. It'll be easier for me that way. Again, to all my reviewers—you mean the world to me :)

Song 3: "Uninvited" by Alanis Morissette

Trish was just about to hop in the bathroom and take a quick shower when she heard a knock at her front door. Wonder who that could be? she thought. RAW had already taped for the week, and all Trish wanted to do was enjoy the off time before the work week began again. She was planning on taking a shower and grabbing some breakfast before heading out to the mall with Lita later on. She had no earthly idea who could be at the door. Stacy had called earlier and told Trish that she might stop by later on that day, but it was only 11:00 now. Trish doubted that Stacy would even be up that early, and if she was, she was probably getting ready to do the same thing as Trish.

Cautiously, Trish got up off the couch, where she had been lounging and enjoying the morning news, and made her way to the door. She peeked through the peephole and saw a young man there; clutching what appeared to be roses. Roses? Trish wondered. Who would be sending me roses? It was no secret among the RAW roster, as well as her close friends, that there was no special man in Trish's life. Sure, she had admirers, like Chris Jericho and Christian, but no steady guy. And that was fine with Trish. At this point in her life, she was focused totally on her career and nothing else. If she happened to fall in love, so be it, but she certainly wasn't going to take time away from her career to focus on finding a man.

Trish opened the door and, as she suspected, the young man standing before her was holding a dozen roses in a vase. There was a card in his other hand, which intrigued Trish. The last time she received roses and a card, someone in her family had died. A feeling of dread boiled up in her stomach and Trish hoped that nothing serious had happened to any of her family members. It was the downside to being on the road all the time—spending any time with family was very rare. Being a huge family person, Trish hated it, but knew at the same time that it was a sacrifice she had to make for her career. That didn't mean she liked it, though.

"Um, hello," the delivery boy stammered, interrupting Trish's thoughts. "I have flowers for a Miss Trish Stratus?" He looked up at Trish with a questioning look on his face. "Is this the right address?"

Trish nodded slowly and reached out to take the flowers and the card from the young man who was standing on her doorstep. She smiled and brought the flowers to her nose, inhaling deeply. Yep, they're real, she thought. Roses were expensive, and Trish knew that not just anyone would be buying her roses. They had to be from one of her many secret admirers.

"Yeah, that's me," she said, smiling. "Thanks." She bid the delivery boy goodbye and went back into her house, flowers in hand. She stopped in the kitchen and set the flowers down on the table gently. They're beautiful. But who could have sent them?

The suspense was killing Trish, so she took the card with her into the living room and opened it as she sat down on the couch. There was a small note inside, with very small font. Trish couldn't make it out, so she reached over and grabbed her reading glasses off of the table next to the couch. That's better, she thought. As she read the note, a smile came to her face and she felt her cheeks flush.

To Trish, the most beautiful woman in the world. Hope you are enjoying your weekend, and if you're not too busy tonight, I'd love to take you out to dinner. I'll call you later. Love, Chris.

Trish's cheeks grew even pinker and she felt herself getting hot. Even though she didn't show it, she was a very shy person and wasn't used to getting all this attention. She couldn't lie, though—she did enjoy it. She didn't understand what the big deal was though—she just saw herself as a regular girl from Toronto, nothing special. Being told she was beautiful never failed to amaze her, because she didn't think she was anything extraordinary. Attractive, yes. But beautiful? The word caused her to blush every time she heard it.

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me

Trish mulled over her plans for the day in her head. Really, all she had planned was a shopping trip with Lita. She figured that she'd just curl up with a pint of Ben and Jerry's and pig out in front of the TV when she got home, but this dinner offer that Chris had proposed sounded like much more fun. I'm going to do it, she decided. She and Chris always had fun whenever they were together, and even though this wasn't going to be a friendly hangout like they usually had, Trish wanted to go. She just wouldn't say anything about the romantic gesture unless Chris mentioned it first, because, quite frankly, she didn't know what to say. The flowers and the card made her wonder how long Chris had had romantic feelings for her. She was very flattered.

Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave

Smiling, Trish walked into the bathroom and turned the water on for her shower. She wasn't sure about this dinner with Chris or where it would lead, but she was going to take a chance. She felt that she had nothing to lose and besides, Chris was a great guy. Even if they weren't meant to be any more than friends, their friendship wouldn't suffer. But deep down, Trish was hoping for something more to happen, and judging by his romantic gesture, Chris was too. So maybe there was something there after all. Trish couldn't wait to find out.

Songs 4, 5, and 6 should be up hopefully by tonight! Thanks again to all my reviewers—I'm glad I am keeping ya'll interested so far! Review :D