Chapter 2: Burdens built until I snap
'So what do you think?' Leanne asked, pointing to the dresses she'd highlighted from the catalogue'.
'They're okay, surely you could get something a bit more.. eye-catching' Carla said.
'Unlike you, I care more about marrying the man I love than being the centre of attention' Leanne grinned.
'Lea, it's your wedding day, go all out, buy a dress you'll love and just enjoy it' Carla said, though her voice didn't display the enthusiasm her words did.
Leanne looked over at her 'Car, chill, what's wrong?' Leanne asked.
'Nothing, I'm fine, sorry' Carla said, downing the remanding wine in her glass and reaching for the bottle to top up.
'Was it that bad?' Leanne asked.
'Just stressful, we're getting an order out, and it just feels my life revolves around this bleeding factory, I get home, and I'm knackered, and.. sorry' Carla said.
'Don't be' Leanne said patting her friends arm affectionately.
'I'm meant to be helping you plan your wedding, not moaning about my waste of a life' Carla said.
'Carla, don't say that, come on, help me choose a colour scheme' Leanne said.
Carla muttered something to herself but looked over. 'Go for ivory, but not that shade, that one' Carla said pointing to a dress.
'Why?' Leanne said.
'Well that one will make you look sick, that one's less harsh' Carla said.
'Cheers' Leanne laughed.
'You'd rather I lied?' Carla said, her tone grating on Leanne.
Leanne looked at Carla, frowning slightly.
'Carla, what ever's wrong, you know you can tell me' Leanne said.
'You know Leanne, I'm tired. I'm tired and in a fowl mood and all I want to do is drain the contense of that bottle and go to bed' Carla said getting up.
'Probably not the best idea, but okay' Leanne said, putting drown the bridal catalogue and standing up.
'I just need some air' Carla said, reaching for her scarf, and bag and heading for the door.
'I'll see you then' Leanne said.
'Yeah, see you' Carla said, shaking her head as she climbed down the stairs.
She was fed up. Fed up of the monotonous life she lead. The factory had taken over, it was partly her fault, with all that had gone on, with Tony and Trevor, and Nick she'd thrown herself into work, mainly to take her mind of it all, but it had resulted in her being tired and tetchy, severe mood swings and general lack of enthusiasm.
Leanne, her best friend, usually managed to cheer her up, but recently even she had become a bother. Why had she found it somewhat more comforting to open up to Peter. She hardly knew the bloke, and yet she'd found herself relaxing, and even feeling disappointed when Leanne had entered the room.
She shook her head and headed home to seeking comfort in the little friend that never let her down