That day replayed over and over in Chelsea's mind. She loved her dad, and she always inspired to be like him, his bravery, his success, his ambition to constantly win in life.
But now she had adapted all the bad traits. And as much as she loved Tommy, she didn't want to be like him.
But, on the day of the races, she pushed it all to the back of her mind and away for the day, keeping it their to dwell on another day and refusing to let it ruin the event she had looked forward to for weeks now.
She got on her blue flowery dress that Tommy had previously brought her, wrapped her hair up with a colour matching ribbon and finished the outfit off with a pair of her black slip-on shoes.
She once again ran into her Great-Aunt Polly's room and snatched the makeup from her drawers before applying just a little bit, to make herself look fresh and beautiful.
"I don't think you're supposed to be in here." said Finn, marching into Polly's room confidently, his hands on his hips as he wore his finest outfit, even dressing himself up with a waist coat.
"Neither are you." said Chelsea, laughing at Finn's new attitude, "So, you're coming to the races in style, huh?"
"Well, technically I'm not even going." he sighed, taking a seat on Polly's bed, "I'm going with my brothers whilst they all do the 'dirty work' and you get to be up front with all those posh gits."
"If you want me to," Chelsea started, "I could ask Tommy to bring you with us, I'm sure he wouldn't-"
"It's okay." said Finn, shaking his head, "Arthur and John want me there. Said it's good to get a taster of my future life. Now, go on. Tom's waiting for you outside in the new car of his."
Chelsea smiled sweetly at Finn, planting a kiss on his cheek before she hurried down the stairs, knocking over Polly's new boots as she went, and missed the last fives steps.
Diving head first for the ground, Chelsea let out a loud squeal but fell completely silent when Arthur caught her and propped her back on her feet.
"That's my girl!" he shouted, "Just like her Uncle! Daredevils ain't we? Now, you look beautiful, Chelsea! Your dads waiting outside, go on, before he burns the god damn house down."
"Bye Uncle Arthur!" Chelsea called over her shoulder as she ran through the house, through the betting shop where ScutBoat tried to say hello but only received a small pat on the shoulder, and finally she made it out the door and in front of the house.
Tommy smiled, "You look beautiful, Princess. As always."
"Thanks dad!" cheered the little girl, hopping into the car through the door that Tommy had opened for her and climbed over into the backseat, "I'm excited to see what Grace looks like! I bet she looks beautiful!"
"Me too." Tommy muttered under his breath, thinking that his daughter didn't hear, but unknowingly to him, Chelsea sat in the back of the car with a knowing smirk.
They drove down Watery Lane, connecting onto Garrison Lane where they parked up outside of The Garrison pub.
Grace was waiting outside for them, looking more beautiful than ever, wearing a red dress, a black and red over throw and a red hat that framed her delicate face.
"Is it just us going to the races?" she asked as Tommy leant over and opened the car for her.
"Something like that." he answered, Chelsea saw him looking at Grace out the corner of his eye, a small smile conjuring on his mouth.
"You look beautiful." said Chelsea, laughing slightly when she saw Tommy secretly nodding a long.
"Oh wow." said Grace, turning around and seeing Chelsea in the back seat, "You look lovely, darling. Are you excited for the races?"
