before he cheats | a.cole

eight

It's around five that night when Alexa and Nikki come to their dressing room. I was taking a nap until they walked in.

Alexa notices me yawn and says, "Oh, sorry. Did we wake you?"

I nod and sit up. "Yeah," I say. "But it's fine. I need to wake up anyway." I yawn again and Alexa laughs a bit.

Nikki sits next to me and says, "Someone was lookin' for ya. He saw ya come in with us."

"Let me guess," I say. "Is he first name Adam and last name Cole?"

Alexa and Nikki both laugh and Alexa says, "Yep. He asked us why you came to the Performance Center with us. We said that we were out for lunch and that we didn't have time to drop you off so you just came back with us. We didn't mention the little surprise."

I laugh and say, "It's just a dress. It's not really a surprise."

Nikki says, "But you in the dress is a surprise."

Alexa nods and says, "When we talked to Cole, he also told us that he was going to pick you up right after leaving the Performance Center but since you're here, he's just going to come pick you up from our locker room at eight. Nikki and I will help you get ready."

I look at the time and see that it's just before 5:30. I say, "There's still over two hours before Adam comes to get me." I look back up at Nikki and Alexa.

"Ya don't have to get ready right now," Nikki says, laughing.

I laugh and say, "Right."

Alexa, Nikki, and I all sit around and talk until about 6:30. Nikki does my hair.

She puts my hair into a high ponytail and curls it so it's wavy. The ponytail is kind of tight and painful but it's nothing terrible. It hurts more when someone pulls my hair during a match.

Once Nikki is done, Alexa does my makeup. She does a gold smokey eye look with light gold color and a nude color lip. She adds a little highlight to add some shine. It's close to 7:30 when they're done with my hair and makeup.

Alexa says, "Wait, she doesn't have shoes and I am not letting her walk out of here in sneakers. I think I have something, hold on." She walks to the little closet area and looks through it. "Aha. I found some." She pulls out a pair of heels that match the color of the dress.

I raise my eyebrows at the shoes. They're about two-inch heel with a tie that goes up my ankle a bit. Thank God my toes are done because my toes are out.

"Maybe I should just walk out barefoot," I say. "That would be less painful than those shoes."

Alexa hands them to me and says, "Oh shush. You're a professional wrestler and you can't handle a pair of heels?"

I stare at the shoes in my hands and say, "I don't think my feet can handle a pair of heels."

Alexa grabs the bag with the dress in it and starts to push me toward the bathroom. "Get dressed," she says. "Cole will be here any second to come get you."

"Okay, okay," I say. "I'm going. You don't need to push me, Lexi."

She laughs and I walk into the bathroom, closing the door. I set the bag on the counter next to the sink and begin to strip out of my street clothes. I change into the dress and put on the shoes. I fix my boobs again and try to cover up as much of them as I can. I press out any wrinkles and pull the dress down. I stand and look at myself in the mirror.

I don't look like myself. I'm not the kind of girl that wears dresses or makeup. I resent it, actually. I dread any event where I have to wear anything formal because formal for me means a dress and heels and makeup.