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Stacy entered the women's locker room as discreetly as she could manage.
She didn't want to alert the other divas, particularly Lita, Trish and Victoria. Her three closest friends must have worried about her after the previous night, especially after she'd been so upset after her fight and subsequent breakup with Test.
As the leggy blonde set down her bag and began to sort through various articles of clothing, she heard someone sidle up behind her.
"What happened to you this morning?"
Stacy bit her lip gently as she turned around to face Lita. The redhead looked concerned as their eyes met.
Obviously, Christian hadn't said a word to Edge - or, if he had, Edge hadn't breathed a word of what had happened to the redhead.
"I'm sorry, Lita..." she breathed. "I didn't feel right about staying with you guys last night..."
"Stace, I told you - you were not intruding..."
"But it felt like it..." the tall blonde insisted. "And when I woke up this morning, I just wanted out..."
Neither diva was aware of the fact that another woman in the room was eavesdropping on their conversation.
"So, what did you do?" Lita questioned. "I mean, I know you left very early because I woke up that first time only a little after seven..."
Stacy sat down on a chair nearby and looked into her redheaded friend's hazel eyes.
"I went down to breakfast and was starting to cry, but...Christian..." The leggy diva's face brightened slightly in a smile as she recalled her morning with the Canadian.
The high-flying diva smiled as well.
"Oh?"
"He's so sweet..." Stacy admitted, her cheeks brightening in a small blush. "We...Well, we really like each other..."
"Uh huh..." Lita said, nudging her friend on the shoulder. "Well, it's very obvious he likes you...but I didn't realize the feeling was mutual..."
A pair of eyes, ones that went along with the ears that were pricked and listening to them, shifted their way, but they weren't any the wiser... So, the little skinny, whiny bitch found herself a hero, did she?
Torrie Wilson tried her darndest not to let the other two women know she was listening - and now, watching them as well...
Stacy licked her lips, her brown eyes downcast, then she raised them back to her friend.
"We were talking about...being together," she admitted. "He wants to take things slow - so that we have something real..." A soft smile played at her lips.
"He's a real sweetie..." Lita said with a smile. "See, that's how you know he's a true sweetheart and not using you - he wants to go slow rather than jump right into it...Oh, Stace...you are so lucky. There aren't many guys like that out there anymore..."
"Yeah..." Stacy agreed. "Test certainly wasn't like that..."
The busty blonde who was eavesdropping made certain to shift her blue eyes away as her brain absorbed everything the other two women had discussed.
And slowly, a tiny smile spread across her lips as she began to loosely plan and plot...