Bayley and Lacey's segment was the third of the night on Smackdown. Waiting in Gorilla for a commercial break to end, Bayley took a moment to try and get her nerves under control. All of her friends and colleagues had told her she looked great in the vintage style outfit. If only she felt that way herself, she wouldn't have had a problem. However, she did expect the wait to be worse than the actual experience. Once she was out there in the ring, delivering the promo well would be enough to keep her mind occupied.

Bayley's music hit the moment the show came back from commercial. The intro was greeted by some booing, which was pleasing to her. The music didn't fit the temporary look at all, she thought as she walked through the curtain. The commentators would now be making her appearance their talking point. It would be obvious right away that her intention was to mock Lacey Evans.

On her way down the ramp, Bayley copied some of Lacey's mannerisms, deliberately going over the top and making herself look stupid.

She went through Lacey's entire entrance routine before getting a microphone. Her music faded out, and she launched right into her best, or worst, southern drawl. "Y'all sheep were really pleased when Lacey Evans eliminated me from the Royal Rumble, weren't you?"

A cheer of agreement came from the fans, which Bayley made sure not to look pleased about.

"Y'all can cheer, but that just shows how misguided you are. The truth is that you should never cheer a nasty thing like Lacey Evans. You should cheer someone you can actually look up to. You should cheer a true role model. You should cheer Bayley."

The intro to Lacey's music blared through the speakers, drawing a cheer from the fans and an angry look towards the stage from Bayley.

Lacey made her way to the ring, doing a much classier version of her entrance routine. Bayley glared at her as she waited impatiently.

"Sweetheart," Lacey said once she had a microphone, "there was only one time anyone cheered for you on Sunday night. That was when you almost got your jaw broke with the woman's right and went flying over the top rope."

Remembering Bayley's elimination from the rumble match, the crowd cheered again. For her part, Bayley looked furious. But Lacey wasn't done.

"You stand there trying to look classy, like Lacey Evans. But you look like exactly what you are: a trashy, nasty thing with absolutely no class or sophistication. Honey, you look as bad as your breath smells."

"My breath doesn't smell!" Bayley yelled, not using her microphone.

"Here's the thing, Bayley," Lacey continued. "Punching your stupid face is something I could get used to. So why don't you and I have ourselves a little match tonight, and I'll give you a repeat performance?" She made a point of looking at her clenched gloved fist.

"Alright," Bayley said combatively. "Alright, Lacey. You want a match? You've got one. But it won't be tonight. No, I'm not dressed to wrestle tonight."

The fans booed, and Lacey rolled her eyes as if she had totally expected the cowardice.

"You can have your match at Elimination Chamber," Bayley said. "And when I win, it will prove who the classy role model really is."

"Okay, Bayley, I'll see you at Elimination Chamber. But before you go?" Lacey blasted her foe with another woman's right, knocking her out cold, to the delight of the fans.

Lying on the mat selling the punch, Bayley took pleasure in the reaction it had received. Her character was attracting heat, the rivalry was building, and best of all, the segment that she had been dreading was now over.

Seth's match that night was the penultimate segment of the show. By then, Bayley was happily changed out of the vintage outfit, never to return if she had anything to do with it.

The newlyweds had a custom where they would often meet each other backstage after their segments or matches. This time it was Bayley who waited for Seth.

"Hey," he said, coming down the hallway looking tired and sweaty after a long triple threat match. Shinsuke Nakamura and Dolph Ziggler were not far behind him.

"I would hug you, but you're a bit sweaty. Great match, though," Bayley said as he neared her.

"Thanks. It was good fun," Seth said.

Bayley exchanged a few brief pleasantries with the other two competitors, before she was left alone with her man. "No injuries?" she asked.

"Nope," Seth was happy to report. "And you got your segment out of the way. I told you it would be fine."

"You did. I knew it too. I'm just glad it's over."

"Shame. I thought you looked sexy in that outfit."

"Yes, you mentioned that," Bayley said dryly. "Maybe I'll wear it again one day at home."

Seth grinned. "I'll hold you to that."

"I said maybe," she pointed out.

"You're gonna be the one that saves me," Seth sang, launching into the famous Wonderwall lyrics.

"Oh my god," Bayley mumbled, shaking her head.

"You love my singing."

She laughed. "I really don't."

"At least the romance isn't dead," he quipped. "Come on, I need to hit the shower."

They started walking slowly towards the locker rooms as Seth's memory was jogged. "Oh, I got a call from Melina Perez earlier. You remember she's the woman with experience starting up and running restaurants?"

"Yes, her and her wife," Bayley recalled. "What did she say? Are they interested in meeting with us?"

Seth nodded. "They are. I said the earliest we would be able to meet them was this coming Wednesday, and Melina said that works for them. So, I set it up."

"We're going to talk about opening a restaurant?" Bayley asked excitedly.

"We're going to talk about opening a restaurant," he was happy to confirm. "I'm going to have to crunch some numbers, but we're only going to get into bed with these guys if the finances are right, and after they've given us references. I want to eat in at least one restaurant they've been responsible for first hand."

"What a good idea," Bayley said, unconsciously echoing one of her memorable moments as Raw's Commissioner. "I hadn't thought of that, Seth."

"Stick with me, babe. I'll be the brains of the operation," Seth said cheekily.

"You'll be the one getting a kick in the balls, mister."

Ahead of the meeting with Melina Perez and Thea, her wife, Seth had requested some information on their past projects. Before discussing the new venture with them, he had wanted to see what they were capable of producing. It was an idea that Bayley very much agreed with, which was why on Tuesday night they found themselves getting out of a taxi outside a restaurant called Diego's.

"Good first impression," Bayley said. From the outside, the restaurant looked modern, yet warm and welcoming. It was also packed with customers, which was obviously the best indicator of its success.

"I like those awnings," Seth said. There was a small one above each window. They were black, with the name of the restaurant in red lettering.

"I can picture us having something like that, with Bayley's on it," she said. She was still as in love with the idea of naming the place after her as she had been when Seth had first proposed it.

"Let's go in," Seth said. He walked over and led the way inside, holding the door for her.

Upon entering, Bayley's first impression was that Diego's was a little too formal for her taste, and maybe not quite as warm and welcoming as she had first thought. There was something about the uniforms that the servers were wearing that seemed a bit too smart, and the decor of the place gave her that vibe too. "I'd like our place to be a little less... I don't even know the word I want to use."

"You'd want it to be a bit more relaxed? Comfortable?" Seth guessed.

"Yes. Also, it's a good idea to offer something a bit different considering we'll only be a couple of miles away from this place," Bayley said as they waited to be seated.

"Good evening, sir, ma'am," a male server said, greeting them with a professional smile.

"Evening," Seth said. "We have a table for two. Rollins."

The server looked at a list on the tablet he was carrying. Bayley glanced at Seth, impressed with the tech aspect of it. He gave her a look that said he agreed.

Upon finding their name, the server looked up at them and smiled. "Follow me, please."

On her way to the table, Bayley had another look around. In truth, any criticisms were minor, and centred around style choices rather than the ability of the people who had set up the business. There was a lot to be impressed with. The true test would be the food, of course. Customers ultimately judged a restaurant by what they ate there. She imagined that Melina had an eye for recruiting a good team of chefs, and if so, that would be invaluable. Obviously neither she or Seth had any contacts or experience in that regard.

After they had been seated, she voiced what she had been thinking to Seth.

"You're right," he said. "As much as I'd love us to be able to do it all ourselves, the fact is that opening a restaurant is a lot more complicated than flipping houses. If we get it right, it'll be the perfect investment to ensure we're financially sound after we retire. But it has to be done right, otherwise it could have the opposite effect. A lot of new businesses fail in their first year. I think our plan should be to keep Melina around for at least a year before we think about buying her out."

"That sounds like a good plan. Of course, we don't know what her intentions or demands will be," Bayley pointed out.

"No, we don't. But we'll find out soon enough. Tomorrow is going to be a very interesting day."

A female server approached them to take their drink order, causing a brief break in the conversation. Once they were alone again, Bayley continued from where they had left off.

"What if she demands too much?" she asked with concern. "You said we don't want to give up more than forty per-cent of the business. What if that's not enough for her?"

"Then we walk away," Seth said. "There's no point in doing a deal if it's not right for us. We're going to be pouring our passion and our money into Bayley's, so I want sixty per-cent of it at the absolute minimum. If that doesn't work for Melina, then I guess we'll have to try and find someone else with her kind of knowledge and expertise. Either way, angel, we'll make this work."

"You promise?" Bayley asked, looking lovingly into his eyes.

"I promise," he said sincerely.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who left a review on the previous chapter.

How will the meeting go with Melina? Will they be able to do a deal, or will her demands be too high?