Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming but if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.
December. What a time for a wedding.
Carla sighed as she ran a hand through her hair and looked around as she stepped out of the airport, instantly pulling her coat tighter around her, no longer used to the brisk Manchester air.
She'd dreaded this, coming back here after being away for so long. After finally making peace with herself and maybe even getting everything she'd wanted. Her green eyes bore into her surroundings, wondering if maybe her feelings had changed for the place she used to call home. But even the sight of the factory that held so many memories didn't seem to cause the same stir inside her it once used to.
Carla had to come back; there had been no other option in her mind. It was her best friend's wedding, and after everything they'd been through together, she knew she owed it to Michelle. Still, she couldn't help but be slightly resentful that she'd ended up here again, and she hated herself for the way her heart jumped a beat at the sight of the bookies.
She quickly made her way to the factory and into the office, leaning against the door frame with a small smirk as she watched her best friend and her brother. "Eh, 'ere they are. Blushing bride and groom to be!"
She chuckled softly and held her arms out to Michelle, lifting her up from the floor slightly as they embraced, the first time in a year. "Good to see ya, love" She whispered honestly as she pulled away, giving her a crooked smile and straightening her jacket.
It took Michelle even less time than Carla had anticipated to tilt her head slightly behind Carla and notice the dark haired gentleman that stood in the background, watching the scene around him with interest.
"Don't we get an introduction?" She looked at Carla with a knowing smile.
"'Chelle, this is Jack. Me fiancé"