Thank you for the very kind reviews!

I agree Carla was fond of Frank and I think she would try hard to make her marriage work with him if she went through with the wedding

It's hard to pin point when exactly Peter did fall for Carla but I think by the time of her planned wedding to Frank he did have quite strong feelings for her, but also still loved Leanne, only less so as time passed...

Anyway I'm going to upload two chapters together because these are just Carla/Frank and Leanne/Peter central.


Carla had finished locking the factory door, turning round she was met by Frank, grinning at her as he leant on the edge of his car. She smiled back to Frank and walked towards him, her heels clanking against the cobbles.

"Are you avoiding me?" Her new husband asked her as their hands entwined. She partly was avoiding him; it was the morning after their wedding day and Carla was now nursing a hangover. He had carried her home, which was the most romantic thing to happen that night before she passed out on their bed. She'd woken up first and quickly made her way out of the apartment, wanting to gather her thoughts together. Carla looked at him from behind her sunglasses, the biggest ones she had to hide her tiredness.

"I just left Sally Webster a note on the desk-"

"Ah, I suppose you don't trust her holding the realms in the office?" Frank quipped as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I didn't say that!" Carla smirked at him, before she felt a surge of guilt for the previous evening, "I'm sorry about last night," Carla knew he didn't deserve to be treated badly and had decided that morning, now they were married she must be a good wife for him and any feelings for somebody else needed to be forgotten about.

"Don't worry about it," he moved closer to her, she put her arms around his neck as he continued, "we're married now, and nothing could make me happier." Frank moved in to kiss her lightly, their lips only touching briefly until he spoke again, "apart from going to the Maldives of course!"

Their flight was in a couple of hours; Frank had prepared everything. He had only booked their honeymoon a few days ago but started buying her 'honeymoon gifts' not long after they got engaged. He'd bought her perfume, jewellery, a couple of designer evening dresses; he even coordinated his own outfits so they didn't clash with hers. Carla never paid a lot of attention to what he had bought for her; she'd always had a doubt the wedding would go ahead, especially the week before. Subsequently she would tell him to keep the tags on everything, which he didn't.

"Well, we should get back to the flat, then," Carla said as she untangled herself from him.

Frank sniggered as he moved round to the boot of the car, Carla in pursuit. "No need!" He announced as he opened the door to reveal their suit cases lined up neatly, "Everything is ready to go!"

Leanne had spotted the two of them from across the road. Her former friend looked happy with her new spouse which took her by surprise. Leanne had remembered the quite rowdy state Carla had gotten herself into later on last night; she wasn't judging her, more times then she'd like to remember, Leanne had gotten herself far too drunk for comfort. Before her own wedding to Peter, she did some terrible mistakes because she wasn't sure she was doing the right thing. Leanne had even thought that Carla was trying to lure Peter into helping her, trap him in her vulnerability. She had swiftly left the reception with her husband before he even thought about helping her. Therefore, she thought she understood Carla's seemingly self-destruction. To see her standing in public with Frank, appearing to be so pleased with herself, was not what Leanne was expecting.

"Enjoying married life?" Leanne asked loudly as she made her way over to the couple. She had decided not to make some sort of dig at Carla about her inevitable sore head, knowing they had been trying recently to repair their friendship.

"Yes, absolutely!" Frank declared, one of his arms collapsing over his wife's shoulder. Carla smiled in response, hoping Leanne had come for a pleasant chat, nothing underlying. "Where's Peter?" He questioned, making Carla feel slightly on edge. She didn't know why he'd ask that, or why he'd care, but just prayed her discomfort wasn't visible.

"Just in the bookies, I'm on the coffee run," Leanne replied gesturing to the two cups in her hand.

"Well, make sure you tell him we're off to the Maldives!" Frank had a smirk across his face as Carla looked at him questioningly.

"You're trying to make him jealous!" Leanne was sure not to tell her husband this; she knew Peter thought far too often of Carla and Frank as it was. She shifted her gaze over to Carla, "I'm dead chuffed for you, I really am."