Liam couldn't pretend he wasn't slightly confused about the events that had taken place. When he picked Carla up from the air port she was cold and icy. She refused to admit or acknowledge her feelings for him. Yet the day later they found themselves inches from getting caught up in a passionate embrace in the factory stock room. Now he sat silently staring at the TV screen as Maria talked to him from the kitchen. He nodded and grunted enough to please her although his mind was securely fixed to other thoughts. He remembered the previous evening as he'd sat with tony in the pub, watching him speak but ignoring most of the words. He'd left him there convincing him he needed to return home for Maria. Instead Liam had taken off to Carla's finding her in her faultless beautiful wedding dress. He'd waited outside until Michelle and the fitter had left before re entering the apartment. He recalled Carla's expression as she opened the door to reveal him. Her face over come with anger, love and the scared emotion she felt. What she'd been feeling however didn't stop them from spending the night together. Carla's wedding dress had lain crumpled on the floor momentarily forgotten for the night.

A day later however as Liam stared at the TV his sense of confusion and uncertainty was exceeded. He had hardly spoken to Carla since there night together and now he was preparing for Tony's stag due. He sent her a series of messages telling her to choose but with no reply. Staring at his current wife, Liam imagined telling her. Admitting to Maria the affair and his true feelings for Carla, he knew she'd be upset, distraught but he'd do it.

Liam checked his phone for the final time it read 11.23pm. He had no new massages. Tomorrow he was to face a day of best man duties to the person he hated most in the world. Wishing for it to beep in his hand one last time Liam yawned and wishing Maria goodnight he trailed off miserably to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long, long day...

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