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In the morning, it was Estelle who was woken up at 8 by a knocking on the door. She groaned at the light pouring through the curtains, hitting her eyes.

'Hang on!' she yelled, rushing as she rolled out of bed and hurried to make herself look decent by slinging a long grey baggy tee over herself and adjusting her hair. She opened the door to find Eve standing there in a pair of skinny jeans and a flattering cropped bustier.

'It's just you,' Estelle sighed.

'Who did you expect?' Eve smiled.

'I don't know…What's up anyway? How are you even dressed at this hour, it's so early!'

'We're having a little gathering at breakfast downstairs,' Eve said in an over-the-top English accent.

'Ooh, really, are we going to have some tea and-' she cut off the joke once she saw Randy Orton across the hall, talking with Ted.

'He was asking about you earlier, you know?' Eve noticed her distracted friend who opened the door to let her enter the suite.

Estelle closed the door. 'Huh?'

Eve picked up a silver ornament on one of the Venetian glass dressers. 'He was asking how you were after the attack yesterday… I love how everything in this hotel is so coordinated…'

'You have fun looking around, I'm gonna shower real quick.' She was grateful for the fact she didn't have to wash her hair as well; it took her about half hour… not the best when you're in a rush.

Is Orton really that concerned with my safety? I mean, he has no reason to be… the Randy I've seen has only ever done things he'd benefit from… gain something from. There was no gain from helping me out, was the Legend Killer changing from his arrogant, self-obsessed, angry persona?

Once Estelle had showered and put on her makeup, she picked out a pair of skinny leather pants and a deep red cropped sweater. She quickly put on her favourite pair of black combat boots and pocketed her mobile before making her way to the door.

'Shall we go?' she asked Eve, who had been waiting outside her door.

'You were quick.'

'Uh-huh,' acknowledged the blonde, out of breath. 'Can't believe I overslept though… '

They made their way down the steps and Eve indicated to the left, through a large archway. 'There's Randy, he wanted to talk to you,' Eve said quietly as they entered the room. Estelle could see at least twenty superstars scattered about the room in their social circles. Not everyone in the room got along so well…

'I'm so glad none of the fans found out any of us are staying here until Thursday,' muttered Estelle to Eve as they made their way to an empty table and sat down.

'Or worse, Melina and Maryse,' Eve replied, rolling her eyes.

'No, Eve, don't!' Estelle was too late when Eve left to help to help Ricardo Rodriguez, who seemed to be in a tight spot between the Bella Twins screaming at him spilling cereal over their new Louboutins. Eve always had the tendency to help others out, even if it was Rodriguez.

Estelle couldn't help but bite her lip to stop herself from giggling like a school girl as she saw Alberto Del Rio sniggering in the corner at the scene before him.

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Almost an hour had past for breakfast and some superstars had begun to leave, either to go back up to hotel rooms or venture out into the city.

Estelle was leaving the girl's bathroom when she saw Eve backed up against a wall with a bleach-blonde guy towering over her. She knew that look Eve gave as they made eye contact and immediately headed over to intervene.

'Hey, Eve, we have that thing we need to go and do now?' Estelle said, taking Eve's arm away from this guy who she'd never seen before.

'Damn,' began the man, 'what accent is that, where you from?'

Brazilian, parts of Portuguese, Estelle thought, rolling her eyes – she'd had that asked about her anytime she'd been chatted up, it came even before they knew her name…

Estelle managed to drag Eve away from the man and they made it for the stairs, turned left into an empty corridor.

'Ugh, what a creep!' Eve exclaimed, as she flung her arms into the air.

'I know,' replied Estelle. 'He reminded me of that guy from Miami last year, but not as persistent.'

Eve nodded in agreement, 'Some men these days just don't know when to quit!'

'Who was he anyway?' Estelle asked as they walked the halls.

'Dolph Ziggler's cousin, who lives nearby, said he wanted to visit Ziggler while he could.' Eve gave an exasperated sigh. 'I saw him trying to talk to Kelly earlier, as well as Layla…'

'Oh, god, that's just gross. I mean what the hell, just waltzing in and trying to chat up any girl in sight?'

'Pretty much,' said Eve.

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