Lorenzo was right. Angelina certainly did not like his answer. In fact, she detested it, she was seething with anger with her brother over his new career.

It turned out that Lorenzo has signed a contract with Shelby Company Limited. Angelina hated the work her brother was doing before she left England, but now he was in an even worse position. She was constantly worried for her brother's safety anyway, but after hearing and experiencing first hand the type of situations the Shelby's got caught up in, Angelina was even more worried.

Not to mention angry.

Lorenzo apologised profusely for getting involved with the man who broke his sister's heart, but it seemed like Angelina would never accept his apology. She felt betrayed by her brother, how could he? Lorenzo knew exactly how much Thomas had hurt his sister, bad enough to make her leave the country, and yet he still stood by him and signed a contract to work for their family company.

Angelina eventually calmed down. She was still hurting, but she knew that in theory, it wouldn't affect her life. She bit her tongue and got on with the rest of the trip, meeting Lorenzo's bride to be and visiting old friends like Charlotte and Agnes.

The day of the wedding eventually rolled around and Angelina spent the morning getting herself and Clara ready. She combed through her daughter's hair and helped her put on her shoes. She sat in front of the mirror, Clara on her lap, and smiled. It was like she had given birth to a tiny copy of herself.

Lorenzo had left early to get ready with his friends, leaving Angelina and Clara alone. Once they were ready, the two of them made their way to the church across town.

Angelina hadn't realised how many friends her brother had, or how many his new wife had. There were over a hundred people waiting outside the church, all dressed in suits and some with top hats. Angelina didn't recognise anybody, she held on tightly to Clara's hand and waited till they were told to go inside.

"Angelina! Is that you?"

She looked up and saw the first familiar face from that day. Approaching her with a huge smile on his face was Jude. He hadn't aged a day, giving her a tight hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Hello Jude." She smiled, blushing slightly.

"Who's this little lady?"

Clara smiled and hid behind her mother as Jude looked down, winking at the little girl.

"This is my daughter Clara, say hello Clara."

Clara said a quiet hello and waved up at Jude.

"Is it just you two, or?"

Angelina nodded, "Yes, just us."

The pair made small talk, catching up on their lives and laughing about old times before it was time for everybody to take their seats in the church.

They all filed inside, walking down the aisle and finding their seats on a pew decorated with white and green flowers.

Angelina and Clara walked towards the front of the church and took their seats on the front row. Not long after, Lorenzo and his friends entered the church and took their places.

"Hey!" Angelina shouted over the chatter to get her brother's attention as he stood waiting at the altar, "Good luck!"

Lorenzo grinned and blew a kiss to his sister and Clara, sat side by side in their matching dresses with white flowers pinned to their chests.

The church quickly filled up and Lorenzo started to look more and more nervous. Angelina felt for her brother, knowing exactly how shaky he would feel at that moment. Her wedding was beautiful, it was everything she could ever have dreamt of, it was just a shame it was the wrong man that slid the ring onto her finger.

The guests quietened down and waited for the wedding to begin. The bride was due any moment and every time the doors at the back of the church opened, everybody's head would turn.

Time ticked on, only the next time the doors opened, it still wasn't Lorenzo's bride.

Angelina felt her stomach drop. She let go of Clara's hand and licked her lips, panting quietly as she tried to calm her heart rate, her eyes not believing what they were seeing as the family walked down the aisle.

She watched as Thomas led the group, a seven year old boy beside him with the same suit on, Arthur and John not fair behind with their children and Ada with Karl.

Thomas caught her eye. She watched as they locked eyes, feeling her chest compress so hard she was scared her heart would burst. Her eyes glazed over with tears and Thomas' jaw was clenched as he forced himself to tear his eyes away from Angelina and take his seat.

For the entire service, Angelina could barely see. She felt as though her skin was burning and her lungs were filled with water. The room was spinning and her hands were sweating so much she didn't want to hold Clara's hand incase she asked what was wrong.

It was a shame, a shame that Angelina couldn't enjoy her brother's wedding day like she wanted to. She desperately longed for a happy day for her little family, celebrating welcoming in Lorenzo's wife and her family into their own. But no, she couldn't do it.

After the ceremony ended, the guests filed out of the church and headed to The Garrison where the reception was being held. Lorenzo had refused to tell Angelina where the reception was when she first arrived back in England, now she knew why.

She took a moment to compose herself outside the pub as everybody else made their way inside. She had to get a grip and swallow her pride. It had been six years since she last saw Thomas, he didn't hold power over her or her feelings anymore.

Taking a deep breath, she took her daughter's hand a walked into the pub with a refreshed smile on her face. It was filled with people she didn't recognise, though she managed to spot Charlotte through the crowd.

She made her way over to her friend and grabbed a drink from the bar.

"Lina, how gorgeous was that wedding!"

"Oh wasn't it just perfect." Angelina smiled and sipped her champagne.

She spoke with Charlotte for a while, finding out some gossip about women they used to be friends with in Small Heath, and gossip about women they weren't particularly fond of.

"Mama I'm going to play with that little boy over there!"

"Okay sweetheart, be careful."

Angelina didn't even look at the child that her daughter was pointing at, too engrossed in her conversation with Charlotte and the champagne that kept getting topped up by the waiters.

"And then she kissed him! I was thinking to myself - oh God, Lina."

Angelina saw Charlotte's eyes looking straight over her shoulder across the pub. She turned on her heels and her gaze fell to Clara and who she assumed was Max playing together in the corner.

Her hand flew to her mouth, her mind suddenly flooding with memories of Max as a baby and the way he saved her life from becoming an empty mess. And now, he didn't even know who she was.

She was frozen to the spot, feeling like she couldn't move or speak. Angelina didn't know whether to leave them and not make a fuss, or to diffuse the situation as fast as she could.

In the end, it wasn't up to her.

"Who's this Max, have we made a friend?"

Angelina watched as Thomas crouched down beside his son and smiled at Clara who innocently waved back.

"I'm Clara, my mama is over there."

Thomas followed Clara's hand as she pointed to Angelina. He swallowed and nodded, saying something to both the children before rising to his feet and walking in Angelina's direction.

She turned to look at Charlotte for help, but she gave her a reassuring smile and disappeared into the crowd, leaving her alone with Thomas for the first time in six years.

"Long time no see, Miss Santoro- or is it?" Thomas' face was platonic as he spoke.

"Yes," Angelina nodded, "It's still Miss Santoro."

"Ah," Thomas nodded and sipped his drink. Angelina couldn't help but look at his left hand, noticing it was bare, "How are you? You have a daughter now?"

Angelina gulped and licked her lips.

"I'm good thank you. Yes I do, Clara, she's four."

Thomas chuckled, "She looks just like you. Her dad not around?"

She shook her head, "Her father isn't in our lives, it's just me and her. We prefer it that way."

Angelina's mind was working overtime as she tried to pick out one emotion from the billion she was feeling all at once. She felt sick, worried, anxious, nervous, angry, but also relieved. She had often thought about Thomas and his life, thinking about what it'd be like if they ever bumped into one another. Thankfully, it hadn't been as painful as her mind had convinced her it would be.

He stood before her in a black suit with a white flower the same as hers tucked into the pocket. A whiskey in his hand and the same cologne clung to his skin, only no caps or razor blades were in sight.

His hair had grown, he wore it down against his forehead now and he had a pair of glasses tucked in his pocket. He looked older, his skin was more weathered and there was fresh bruising on his knuckles and a scar above his eyebrow. Though he was still painfully handsome, Angelina thought.

"We live alone too, well, us and Frances. Would you like to say hello to him?"

Angelina peered over Thomas' shoulder and watched as Max laughed with Clara, his dark hair had grown thick but his eyes were still those of the tiny baby she held as he grew for the first six months he was in Small Heath.

She desperately wanted to. She had the urge to talk to him, to hold him and tell him how much she thought about him and missed him, dreaming about who he'd become when she lay in bed at night. That was her son, no matter what anybody said. Six months might not be long in time, but the bond she had formed with the child was thicker than blood, she loved him like she loved Clara.

But she couldn't go back.

"No," Angelina shook her head, "I don't think that's a good idea, Thomas."

A flicker of pain flashed behind Tommy's eyes for a split second. He just nodded and looked down at his drink, swirling it around in the bottom of the glass.

"I've never forgiven myself, you know."

He gazed at her with a sorrowful expression on his face. Angelina felt her heart skip a beat as he looked at her with those eyes that had made her feel the most extraordinary things a human could feel. But it could never be the same.

"Good." Was all she said.