The Queen Vic was awash with flowing fabrics and flowers. The white tablecloths were laid over every table, each littered with confetti and set perfectly on top was spotless china, sparkling silverware and champagne flutes. Danielle's locket lay nestled at the bottom of one of the frosted glasses. All the promises of love, hidden just waiting to be found.

The doors are thrown open and the jubilant wedding party walk into the pub, all happily chatting, laughing and cheering the happy couple. Phil begins to usher people inside and to their tables. Everybody mingles around and gives three cheers for Peggy and Archie who stand together, beaming at the party.

Peggy lifted her hand for quiet,

"Alright, alright. I want to thank you all for coming to celebrate with us. Nothing means more to Archie and me than having all of you, our friends and family here with us today. Now, lets all relax and have a good drink!"

Upstairs Danielle was sat in the living room, her eyes shining with tears unshed. She was staring almost avidly at the family pictures on the mantle. Her leg shook slightly as the nerves began to over take her. She could hear the commotion from the party drifting up to her. She wanted to be there. More than anything she wanted to sit beside Ronnie, beside her mother.

Danielle's hands were picking at her dress, at her finger nails, she felt the nervous energy build inside her. Her mum was downstairs and it would only be a matter of time before she found the locket in her glass. It was a goodbye. Danielle thought back to when Archie had told her. He had told her everything, how he had admitted her true identity to Ronnie and her cruel rejection.

Danielle inhaled deeply. Something didn't sit right within her, Archie's explanation, the way he had said it, tried to pay her off…something felt wrong. But nothing about this was right. It wasn't how it was meant to go, Danielle thought. Ronnie was everything to her now, she had nothing else, no home, nobody to turn to. Ronnie was meant to love her, she was meant to want her, welcome her with open arms. It wasn't right.

There was an anger building inside Danielle, she just wanted her Mum, her family but instead they had all turned their backs on her. She should be down there, down there with her Mum. The only person she could count on was Amy and she was a baby.

But there was always the locket. It was Danielle's last resort, a way to show everybody who she really was, a way to get Ronnie out of her comfort zone, out from behind her mask and force her to deal with this even if she refused. And maybe she would, maybe if she saw the locket things would change. After all it was only a week ago that Ronnie had blurted out to Danielle that losing her was the most heart-breaking thing she had ever gone through.

Her word echoed around Danielle's head. The moment had been both triumphant and devastating. Danielle could remember every second, how Ronnie's eyes had welled up, her voice had cracked with the emotion and there had been something raw and unguarded about her in that moment. Danielle wanted that again. She refused to settle for Ronnie just brushing her off and not caring about her own daughter. Danielle would make her face this, face her, face her mistake. The mistake they both have to live with.

But still, despite it all, she just wanted Ronnie to care, to love her, to hold her in her arms and tell her that everything was ok. She wanted Ronnie to let down her mask again and care. She had to see it for herself, she needed Ronnie to tell her, it needed to come from her Mum, nobody else. Nobody else mattered.

Downstairs Ronnie was sat at the bar quietly. The wedding hadn't exactly gone to plan. Slapping Roxy in the face in the middle of the church hadn't been anywhere on the plan, but she was there with Jack. It was justified.

Behind her, her sister Roxy clumsily walked straight into the path of Ronnie's chair as she sat perched on the edge of it.

Ronnie heard the grunt of dissatisfaction from her sister as she turned around and locked eyes with a perturbed Roxy. The sisters held their gaze for a few moments as the icy stare between them got colder. Roxy's eyes were filled with a childlike resentment that Ronnie knew only too well.

Ronnie watched as her sister huffed callously and made her way towards Jack. Knowing Ronnie's gaze would be following her across the room, Roxy smiled brightly as she approached the oblivious man and began to coo over her baby daughter who lay nestled in his arm.

A lump began to form in Ronnie's throat as she witnessed the happy family before her and she took a deep breath as she turned back to the drink in her hand, possibly the only thing left that would get her through this.

Archie watched the malicious display from a short distance away and kept his eyes firmly on his eldest daughter as he approached the table and sat down, instantly adopting his fatherly persona.

"Leave it V, it's not worth it. Don't give her the reaction she's looking for," he soothingly but firmly advised Ronnie. Roxy glanced over towards her sister and felt a sense of satisfaction as she noticed the disappointment etched on her face.

Ronnie tore her eyes from the hurtful scene and looked at her father. She took a deep breath as she digested his words and breathed a defeated sigh.

"I know, she's not worth it...and neither is he. You were right. But anyway this isn't about them, or me. This is your day, dad. Your's and Aunty Peggy's."

Archie remained stoic as he covered her hand with his own.

"Just looking out for my little V" he replied.

Ronnie flinched out of habit and then forced herself to relax under his touch. She smiled at him, appreciating his concern as a new found strength developed within her. Ronnie leaned into Archie's touch as he began to brush a stray lock of hair out of her face. For a split second she felt like a child again.

"I'm the luckiest man alive to have all my girls here with me today. Everyone I could ever want is right here with me."

As Archie winked at his daughter and stood up as Ronnie watched her dad make his way back to his guests and composed herself. She smiled at Roxy from across the room as the younger Mitchell sister instructed Jack to take a now sleeping Amy upstairs.

Danielle listened to Jack's footsteps and his gentle murmurs to Amy as he passed by the living room door. She felt bitter tears spring to her eyes. Jack had never planned to have Amy, Ronnie had tried to keep him away and yet here he was, taking care of his daughter, putting her to bed, talking to her so gently. Why couldn't Ronnie have done that? Why did she hate her so much?

Archie had said that when Ronnie had found out the truth about Danielle that it had made her sick, that she wanted nothing to do with Danielle, not now and not ever. As Jack closed the door to his baby's room and made his way back down to the reception the thoughts kept spiralling around Danielle's head. It should have been her, it should be her being taken care of and loved by her parent. After everything she has been through, how hard she has fought for Ronnie, and Ronnie doesn't even care.

Still, soon Ronnie would have to face the truth, Danielle wouldn't let her just ignore everything, when Ronnie found the locket then she would have to face the truth, and Danielle. There was an anger building within Danielle at the cruel injustice. Amy had been an accident too but here she was with everything that Danielle wanted, but Amy was the only family she had now, the only family who loved her anyway. They were the same, Amy and Danielle, and she made a sudden decision. If her Mum couldn't accept her then she would have the family that did. She rushed into Amy's room and started backing some clothes and blankets into a bag.

Downstairs Ben was busy rearranging the top table like Phil had asked him to. After Ronnie's chat with Archie she wanted to show her loyalty to him, but more than that she just wanted to not have to sit next to Roxy and Jack. Being next to them, having to watch them would have just been too much. Ben had been told to move Ronnie's place setting before anybody sat down. He dutifully moved Ronnie's name card and made sure to switch over everything, the plate, napkin, glasses, everything down to the spoons.

"You alright Ronnie?" Peggy questioned.

Ronnie had been making her way swiftly through the pub to the door at the back, she just wanted to go upstairs and catch her breath, get away from everything, from everyone. It was getting hard, seeing the 'happy couple', watching Roxy with Jack and Amy. Everything seemed to be thrown in Ronnie's face, just reminding her of everything she didn't have, everything that she had thrown away, pushed out of her life.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I'm fine Aunty Peg, just going to use the loo and I'll check on Amy while I'm upstairs." The fake smile plastered onto her face was flawless, it had been perfected over years of hiding, years of building up the wall that surrounded her. Only Archie ever seemed to be able to read the truth.

"Alright darling, but don't you be too long. We're going to sit down and start the speeches." Peggy pointed her finger and spoke gently but firmly to Ronnie.

Ronnie said nothing, she simply held her smile and nodded gently, her eyes not quite meeting with Peggy's. She moved through the door and as it swung closed behind her, she let out a shaky breath, trying to stay calm, to be happy for everybody else.

Slowly she made her way upstairs, each footstep taking her further from the music and chatter of the reception. Just a moment to keep herself in check, that's what she needed. And maybe if she kept telling herself it would be true. Maybe it really would all be ok when she went back downstairs. Fooling herself was never going to work though. No matter how much time she took she would never be alright with all of this, Roxy with Jack, baby Amy, happy couples, happy families. It would never be alright because nothing would be, nothing had been since she had lost her little Amy.

For a second, for a split second Ronnie froze on the stairs. Tiny feet, a child's feet climbing the stairs in front of her, just out of reach. They were gone before she had even blinked. She hadn't had that dream in months, not since she had found out about her daughter's fate. Now the dreams were changed, the child's feet were still and cold and she was stuck, unable to move to even see her baby's face.

Ronnie stared at the floor as she walked numbly up the rest of the stairs. More than ever now she just wanted to be alone. She opened the door to the living room and stepped inside taking a deep breath. Over by the window she saw something move. She turned her head quickly and was greeted by the sight of Danielle standing staring at her, cradling baby Amy in her arms. It was the last straw.