It was supposed to be a proper Walford wedding, a day the square would never forget. Archie and Peggy had walked down the aisle, happily married in front of their neighbours and friends. But events had taken an unexpected turn at the reception when Danielle confronted Ronnie, claiming to be the daughter that she had given up 19 years ago. Danielle tried to prove her claim but the locket went unfound. An angry Ronnie threw Danielle out and turned away from her daughter but what happened the morning after the Mitchell wedding?

Roxy gently wrapped the duvet around her legs, pushing her head deeper into the pillow as she tried to get comfortable. Roxy could feel the glare of the morning sun through the curtains but she tried to resist moving, choosing to ignore the start of the new day.

Roxy lay in bed, unable to get back to sleep as she tossed and turned. She could hear voices in the hall, footsteps shuffling past her door. Roxy stared up at the ceiling after a restless nights' sleep, trying to go through what had happened last night. Her mind skipped between her sister and her dad, then to Danielle; the young girl that had nearly wrecked the wedding. Roxy hated that she couldn't switch her thoughts off but instead she decided to get up and distract herself.

Roxy wearily stumbled across the hallway. She could hear Peggy and Archie in the kitchen but chose to go to the lounge instead, wanting peace and quiet so she could fall asleep on the sofa in front of the television.

Roxy threw herself onto the soft cushions, resting her head on the arm of the sofa. Her peace was interrupted by the slamming of a door and the sound of footsteps outside The Vic. Roxy grudgingly lifted herself from the sofa and peered out the window, squinting to try and make out the figure on the road below.

Roxy stared closer and noticed the motorbike near the pavement, a small bag strapped to the back of it and then the tall blonde figure throwing the helmet over her head and approaching the bike. Roxy pulled open the window, trying to catch her sister's attention.

"Ron" Roxy bellowed but Ronnie swung her legs over the bike and started the engine, flying off down the street without even a glance back at her frustrated sister, who was now leaning out the window.

"Ronnie!" Roxy screamed again but her sister had driven out of sight leaving a frustrated Roxy at the window. "Will you keep it down; you know what time it is!" Mo barked as she set up the stall on the road below. Roxy looked down at her, she wanted to start an argument but Roxy felt that she didn't have the fight to have a go back at Mo; it was too early in the morning.

Instead Roxy glared at Mo and slammed the window shut. Roxy stood in the lounge confused about her sister's action. She knew that the previous night's events had hurt Ronnie but why did her sister drive off so suddenly, leaving the rest of the Mitchell's to clean up the mess from the wedding.

"You alright love?" Archie said standing in the doorway. Her dad's voice made Roxy jump slightly as Archie caught Roxy when she was deep in thought. "Do you know that Ronnie's just left?" Roxy asked.

"Really" Archie muttered, trying not to sound too pleased with himself. Archie slowly edged forward to his daughter and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in to his chest. "She probably just needs some time to herself after what happened last night. That girl's crazy claims hurt your sister." Archie held on to his daughter tightly, resting his head on top of Roxy's. A small smile etched across his face.

"Rox love can you clean up the glasses from downstairs please, we need to pack them away" Peggy barked from the kitchen. "Can't I have a shower first Aunty Peg?" Roxy moaned as she pulled away from her father's grip.

"You can have a shower later, I need those glasses now" Peggy barked again; clearly not ready to accept any excuses from her niece. "Fine" Roxy shouted back, sarcastically smiling at her father as she left the lounge and went down the stairs. Archie stood alone in the lounge, a smile of satisfaction and victory still etched on his face.

Roxy shuffled unenthusiastically around the Vic, picking up the glasses from the tables as she went and placing them in a box that was resting on the bar. Roxy quickened her pace, nearly throwing the glasses around as she flew round the tables.

But as she reached the top tables Roxy paused, staring at the small name card with Ronnie scrolled across it that sat on the table in front of her. She slowly picked it up and stared at her sister's name, thoughts started to rush through Roxy's brain; flashes of the night before running around in her head.

Roxy couldn't help thinking about Ronnie, where she was and why she left? Roxy hated herself for what she said last night, the heat of the moment getting the better of her once again. She thought of the look in Ronnie's eyes when she slapped her last night.

Roxy remembered it as a look of pain and anger, drained and devoid of any love. All Roxy wanted to do was hold her sister and say how sorry she was for upsetting her but Roxy couldn't get Danielle out of her head either. Danielle had managed to hurt Ronnie, made her loose self control and drop her guard like Roxy had never seen before.

But why had this girl, a stranger, hurt her sister so much. Roxy always thought kindly of Danielle; a sweet girl who adored Amy and was always keen to help. Roxy couldn't help thinking there had to be something more, something more to Danielle than the naive and innocent stallholder that she remembered.

Lost in her thoughts Roxy had lost track of time until she heard the screech of Peggy's voice upstairs as she shouted at Phil. Roxy immediately flew back into action and finished clearing up the glasses.

As Roxy finished she let out a sigh of relief, resting her head against the box. As Roxy leaned on box she felt something slide under her foot, wrapping between her toes. Roxy bent down and picked up a small silver necklace.

Roxy looked closer, rubbing her eyes in tiredness. But her eyes widened as noticed the locket swinging in front of her face. She slowly placed it in the palm of her and undid the clasp, taking a deep breath as she looked inside. Staring back at her was a picture of her sister, a picture of Ronnie from many years ago.