"I know!" Trish Stratus quipped, her chocolate-brown eyes sparkling as she brushed out her long blonde hair.

"So, what do you think Jeff will give you this year?" Torrie Wilson asked as she came to stand next to the other blonde by the vanity.  She began to apply lipstick, pursing her lips as she did so.

"Hmm...Hard to say.  That boy is so full of surprises," the petite Canadian replied with a smile for the taller woman, who grinned back.

"Well, at least you always get surprised," Dawn Marie stated as she strode across the room for her pair of spiky pumps.  "Lance always gets me the same thing every year, and this'll be our fourth Valentine's Day together."

"Oh, so what?" another diva, who had thus far remained quiet, snapped irritably.  The other four women in the room turned to stare at Lita, whose pretty face wore a bit of a scowl.

Trish bit her lip as she eyed her friend.  She felt sorry for Lita.  The redhead was obviously still bitter over her breakup from Matt Hardy eight months earlier.  The end of the two former Team Xtreme members' relationship had been a pretty bad one, and the blonde woman felt terribly about the fact that Lita had been left so terribly disillusioned as a result.  She was like the redheaded Scrooge of Valentine's Day.

Although she too felt a bit rotten about the other woman's situation, Torrie felt a little annoyed.  Why did Lita have to rain on everyone else's parade?

"Just because you hate Valentine's Day doesn't mean you have to ruin it for the rest of us, you know..."

The redhead glared up at the platinum blonde from her seat on the couch nearby, her arms crossing underneath her breasts.

"And the only reason you like this stupid holiday is because you have a boyfriend," she retorted.  "So how about not shoving it down the throats of those of us who don't?"

"Lita..."  Trish put down her hairbrush and headed over to her friend.  She'd never seen her this bad - and, being such close friends, she'd seen the redhead at her absolute lowest points in her relationship with Matt - and there had been some very low ones.

The other diva put both hands up in a retreating manner.  "No...I'm...I'm sorry, you guys.  I didn't mean..."

Stacy came over to sit on the arm of the couch on her other side.  With her extremely understanding and forgiving nature, the leggy blonde gave the other woman a warm smile.  "It's okay, Lita...We know."  She touched the redhead's arm affectionately, wanting to give her a hug, but she left it at that.

"Yeah," Dawn Marie piped in.  "We understand.  We've all been there, believe me.  I know I certainly have."

"I'll tell you what," Trish said as she came to sit on her friend's left side.  "Why don't I cancel whatever Jeff's got planned tomorrow, and you and I can spend the evening together?  Just us girls?"

"Oh, no, Trish!  I couldn't impose on you - or Jeff - like that.  No, I won't hear of it.  You two deserve to enjoy Valentine's Day," she protested.

Lita swallowed and looked back over at Torrie, the only diva who hadn't offered her a kind word after their little disagreement.

"Torrie, I'm sorry."

The blonde eyed Lita for a beat, then broke into a genuine smile.  "Yeah, me too," she said.  "I'm so sorry I snapped at you..."

"Oh, I don't blame you for doing so," the redhead admitted.  "I know I can be sort of...well, impossible right around now - I'm probably a lot more frightening right now than during that time of the month."  She gave the four other women a sardonic little smile.

Afterward, she stood up, went to the door and let herself out so quickly, the other divas didn't even have a chance to react.

Trish looked sadly at the now closed locker room door, wishing there was something she could do to cheer up her friend.  And then, as it suddenly came to her, a big grin spread across her pretty face...