Déjà Vu

Part 1:

TOGETHER WITH THEIR FAMILIES

CHRISTINE ALEXIS WEST

AND

RYAN CONNOR

REQUEST THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY

AT THE CELEBRATION OF THEIR MARRIAGE

SATURDAY, THE SEVENTEENTH OF SEPTEMBER

TWO THOUSAND AND SIXTEEN

AT HALF PAST ELEVEN IN THE MORNING

SAMLESBURY HALL

PRESTON NEW ROAD

SAMLESBURY, PRESTON

DINNER AND DANCING TO FOLLOW

She looked up from the invitation in her hand and turned her attention to look out of the car window to endless amounts of green fields. She sighed, cursing herself for what felt like the fiftieth time that morning. She hated weddings, they always made her feel some sort of inadequacy, like she couldn't be part of the elite, the ones brave enough to pledge their lives to another - she tried once and God knows that was a disaster. She tilted her head to one side, never come that close since though have you?

She turned her head to look at the empty seat beside her, it was bad enough she'd talked herself into coming today but to face it alone, well she always was glutton for punishment. Of course she'd asked people to come with her but hadn't had much success, her mum being busy with her campaign and her dad not being able to get a sitter for Jack. Could've asked Kate.. No, stupid idea, surely that might seem like a date? They'd only just become friends again so she didn't want to push it. Tim? Oh God no, that would be like asking Rosie to recite that alphabet backwards, wasteful and somewhat humiliating, much like getting her to do it normally. She lifted the corner of her mouth making a side smirk at that. No, asking Tim wasn't an option, sure he was loveable in his own way, kind of, but he would've just taken advantage of the free bar, inevitably fallen into the cake or something similar humiliating Sophie in the process and creating some sort of Montague/Capulet family feud between the Connor's and Webster's. No, no, going it alone was clearly her only option, well the safest anyway.

"Excuse me, is it far now?" she enquired to the cab driver, resting her hand on the shoulder of the passenger seat in front of her.

The cabbie glanced at her in the rear view mirror responding, "Not long love, just round this corner and we'll be turning into the hotel".

She smiled weakly sitting back in her seat sighing once again. Rosie? Why hadn't she thought to ask Rosie? She always knows how to make a party fun, plus it would've been nice to see her, Sophie hadn't seen that much of her sister since she'd moved to London for work. She shook her head to herself opening up her clutch bag; of course you couldn't invite Rosie, she thought popping the wedding invitation into her bag, she never was Ryan's biggest fan. She closed her bag resting it on her lap, her arms crossed over it. Wait, Sophie clenched her teeth staring daggers at the seats headrest in front of her; Rosie wasn't a fan of Ryan?! Neither am I! What am I doing?! She rolled her eyes flinging her head back, for Christ sake, this is ridiculous. She was on her way to a wedding alone, in the middle of nowhere, where she wasn't really going to know anyone and the one person she did she couldn't really stand. It never occurred to her before because they'd barely spoken in recent years and it was a compliment getting a wedding invite from someone who wasn't really part of your life anymore, especially to the whole day, short of friends knowing him, she held back a sly smile. Sure, they'd Skype every now and then when the mood took them, or occasionally like each other's Instagram posts, but she wouldn't really count it as a friendship. Not since school anyways and even then they only really spoke because they fancied the same girl.

Sophie stared at the ceiling of the car, her head still resting back from where she had flung It in dramatic fashion earlier, I did save his life once, maybe he thinks he owes me.

Oh crap.

Because they fancied the same girl..

Sophie slowly moved her head back down to its normal position so she was facing forward.

Sian..