INT. MANSFIELD'S HOUSE - DAY

Vicky is at the dinner table, baby Katy is in her baby chair, Vicky is trying to give her her bottle.

Vicky: Come on open your mouth...

Katy pulls her face as Vicky moves the bottle to her mouth.

Vicky: Fine, don't have your bloody milk!

Rebecca comes into the room, concerned at Vickys short temper.

Rebecca: Vicky!

Vicky: I'm sick of it, all she does is whine and cry, and when I try and sort it out, she wont have any of it!

Rebecca: You have to be patient with her, it's not easy but you have to...

Vicky: It's taking it out of me, I just want to focus on this wedding, not fighting to feed her 24/7

Rebecca: I don't understand you, most mothers want to spend every waking minute with their babies, but all your fussed about is this blasted wedding...

Vicky: Forgive me for caring about my wedding!

Rebecca: I'm just saying...you have a baby to look after, remember that...

Rebecca leaves the room, shaking her head. Vicky casts baby Katy a resentful look...