Dress You Up

Chapter 1: 2017

"We look like we're getting married!" Charlotte grinned as she motioned for Becky to join her photo session. The Four Horsewomen hadn't intentionally coordinated their outfits for the Hall of Fame ceremony, but she, Becky, and Sasha had all ended up wearing white; even Bayley's dress had some white in it.

Becky laughed as she posed next to Charlotte. "I don't know. I don't think you could carry me over the threshold in those heels...."

"Oh really?" Charlotte seemed to take that as a challenge and picked Becky up easily, making her yelp.

The photographer laughed too and kept snapping away. "That's perfect!" Charlotte had already done her solo shoots and the more serious shots, and Sasha was still getting ready for her session, so they had some time to play around before Becky's began.

After a few minutes, Charlotte bowed out. "Time to let you shine, sister. Besides, I gotta go brag about my wife," she added with a wink.

"Don't you dare!" Becky laughed as a make-up artist darted forward and swiped a brush across her cheeks. "Some reporter will overhear and the next thing you know, we're taking time off after WrestleMania for a honeymoon in Paris."

"Never." Charlotte's grin widened. "I'd take you to Italy. I know how much you love your pizza. See you later, Becks!"

Shaking her head, Becky smoothed out her dress and faced the camera again, glancing off to the side for Sasha. She wanted to get some shots with Sasha and Bayley too, but they might have to wait until everyone's first round of pictures were done. The photographer led her through a series of suggested poses, from fun to fierce, and the time flew so quickly that she was looking at the pictures when Sasha arrived for her session. "Have fun," Becky said, giving Sasha a quick hug before getting out of the way. "And be careful: Charlotte thinks that because you and her and I are all wearing white, we look like we're getting married."

Sasha rolled her eyes. "And what? We're all marrying Bayley since her dress looks like a tux?"

"Careful what you wish for," Becky warned as she stepped out of the photoshoot station. "You know how the quotes get twisted online." She waved and chatted with people she walked past, from other wrestlers to backstage crew, until she spotted Seth. "Seth!" she called out, waving to get his attention. She wasn't sure where his girlfriend was, so it was a good time to ask him a question: he hadn't been dating Sarah long, but she seemed rather clingy. Becky did a fast twirl as she caught up with him. "Do I look like I'm getting married?"

Seth blinked rapidly for a moment. "Do you—what? I didn't even realize you were engaged...."

"What?" Becky raised a hand to her mouth so her laughter didn't startle anyone. "No. Charlotte and Sasha and I are all wearing white—not by design, I swear—so Charlotte says it looks like we're getting married." She smoothed down the front of of her dress. Aside from the open back, it was rather simple and compared to Charlotte, Sasha, and Bayley, she felt a bit underdressed. "I mean, this doesn't look like a bridal gown, does it? Just because it's white...?"

Shaking his head, Seth sputtered, "No? I mean, I don't know...."

Another concern popped into her head and Becky swore. "Shit. Charlotte's probably going around to everyone, spreading this wedding nonsense. I better go tell Luke before he wonders what's going on. I don't want him thinking I'm trying to pressure him or anything...."

Seth laughed, shoulders finally seeming to relax. "Well, I think he'd be a fool not to propose," he replied. "And I better get an invitation."

Becky had experienced the butterflies in my stomach feeling often enough, but this felt more like a swarm of bees, making her shiver. "Of course you'd be invited!" she said quickly, swatting Seth's arm. "I couldn't get married without having you there."

"I hope not." Seth leaned down and pulled her into a hug, going still when his hand grazed her bare back. "Shit. Sorry. I didn't realize—"

"It's okay." Stepping back, Becky did another twirl to show off the back of her dress. "Well, I should go find Luke before he mishears something...." Smiling, Becky scurried away, but she held her breath until she rounded the corner. Suddenly she was second-guessing her choice of dress, and not because of Charlotte's quip.