What would happen if Polly's daughter had survived rather than her son?
What would happen if Michael wasn't a Shelby but instead fell for one?
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Michael and Anna hated each other from the moment they met. But it wasn't long before their proximity an...
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six doomed 1924
Anna leaned against the cold, stone wall of the church, eyes closed and cigarette in hand. The pounding headache invading her brain was likely something to do with the cocaine and alcohol twisting sinfully through her veins.
However, her refusal to believe she was in a bad place led her to blame the church bells blaring out instead.
It was Tommy's wedding day, a day she never thought would come. Since she had almost left town, everything had changed with both Anna and the family. Arthur had got married, Tommy found love and business was booming. As for Anna, she was tougher, flirtier and didn't take shit from anyone, especially Michael.
None of the blinders understood their relationship. They fucked a lot and would show affection towards each other if they got too drunk. Michael clearly wanted something more but she wasn't so eager to let a man control her life.
"Anna." Michael's voice tore through her head, ripping her from her thoughts. "Aren't you coming inside? The bride will be here soon." She looked up with glazed eyes, seeing his full of concern.
As her cigarette had only a few puffs left in it, she took one long drag before throwing it to the side and walking straight past Michael.
She marched into the church, attracting the usual stares before sitting down beside her mother. Glancing over to Grace's family, she was met with mostly looks of disgust. Trailing her eyes down the line, they eventually rested on a boy who was already looking at her in awe. He appeared around her age but seemed far more immature as most of the upper class did.
She smirked at him, prompting him to look at his feet to hide his reddened cheeks. By this point, Michael had positioned himself very close next to Anna, holding a hymn sheet between them. It wasn't long after this that Grace arrived and the ceremony started.
Anna found herself mindlessly staring at the happy couple as they exchanged their vows. She couldn't help but imagine herself up there, marrying the man of her dreams. It scared he to think she could end up like her mother, alone. What scared her even more was that as she pictured herself up at the alter, Michael was stood in Tommy's place.
As if on cue, Anna felt a strong, familiar hand grip hers.
Anna couldn't help but find the rest of the formalities excruciatingly boring. Her life over the past few years had been filled with such excitement that standing taking pictures almost made her fall asleep. She was only hoping that being back at the house would instigate something more exciting; she was wrong. What made matters worse was that she was coming down from her high, fast.
Knowing Michael had cocaine in his coat pocket, she had asked to borrow it prior to the wedding, giving her easy access.
When she thought no one was looking, she slipped off to the bathroom, gripping the small, blue bottles. Shortly after inhaling the narcotic into her system, she felt familiar hands grip her waist.
