'Hey who else are you inviting to the wedding?' franks voice travelled out of the living room where he was sitting on the sofa holding a notepad and pen.
'Um I think that everyone' Carla replied appearing in the door frame. She walked to the sofa and sat next to him picking her wine from the table and sipping it.
'Don't you want any family there?' he asked cautiously away that it was a sore subject
'Well between my estranged brother and dead mother who do you suggest?' she replied coarsely
'I dunno I just thought maybe there someone who you'd want to invite.'
'If there was don't you think I would have said so' she snapped back tipping the remains of the wine from her glass into her mouth. She got up and began to the kitchen to find some more.
'Bottom draw' he shouted out hearing her remerging round his kitchen. He knew Carla's family was a sensitive subject and it touched a nerve but somehow he felt this reaction was not just towards her estranged family but someone else. She re appeared into the room freshly filled glass in her hand and took her seat next to him.
'I was just thinking you know when I went with you to see your brother, after your mom' he trailed off 'anyway I thought he mentioned a sister?' frank carefully prised he watched Carla's face for a reaction as he slowly talked. He was sure when he mentioned sister she flinched and he was determined to find out why. 'So is she around?' he asked. Carla began to grind her teeth taking another long gulp of her wine. 'We could find her?' he asked
'If you want my family there then find them yourself.' She snapped slamming her glass onto the table and picking up her bag from where it lay next to the sofa 'but I tell you what if here at my wedding,' she paused leaning In 'I definitely won't be!' she turned whipping round her hair and stormed out of the room
'Carla' frank shouted but the front door slammed shut and she was gone. By the time he made it to the door she was in her car and half way down the road. He sighed closing the door and retreating inside. He decided her reaction was strange even for Carla. He picked up his phone and leaning back onto the sofa with his own wine glass clasped in one hand he dialled a number.
'Sean' he said as the phone stopped ringing and someone picked up 'I need a favour mate' he smiled.