"It doesn't fit."

Emily rolled her eyes, looking at her reflection in the three mirrors around her. She and the other bridesmaids had been trying on dresses for the past three hours and Margot still couldn't pick her favorite. "It does too."

Margot arched a brow at her cousin from behind. "No it doesn't," she stated firmly. "Try on the other one."

"Bridezilla bitch," the seventeen year old growled under her breath, stepping off of the small stage.

"Excuse me?"

Emily's head whipped around. "Vaffanculo! Questa รจ una stronzata totale."

Jennifer bit her lip to keep from laughing at the angry girl storming off into the dressing room.

The bride rolled her eyes. "Wanna know what she said?"

"Not really," she chuckled, sharing a smile with her friend before getting up on the stage. "So? What do you think?"

Margot eyed the dark purple color with a frown. "It's nice. Can you go try on the other purple one? Maybe I'll like it better with a slit."

Emily's head popped out of the dressing room as she struggled to hook the back of her next dress. "What exactly is wrong with the old dress for everyone?"

The bride's dark eyes glared at her little cousin. "They were not the ones I ordered."

"Yes they were!"

Margot almost stomped her foot on the tile beneath her. "I changed my mind! Now are you going to show me the dress or not?"

The brunette huffed before coming out of the dressing room, the lace of the beige dress moving against her skin as she stepped up onto the stage to stand beside her teacher. "So? What about this one?"

Taking in her student's body in the dress, her angered features and beautiful ebony hair falling from the bun she'd put it up in, Jennifer's face flushed. "It's gorgeous."

Emily smiled gently to the older woman.

Margot's wide eyes looked to the potential dress option. "It's completely see through."

"It is not!"

"I can see your tattoo," she seethed. "Go and change."

Jennifer blinked, her eyes catching the black ink on Emily's hip through the material of the dress.

Emily threw her hands up. "When are you going to pick a damn dress?"

"When you can look good in it," Margot sighed.

Emily practically had steam coming from her ears as she spun to stomp her way back into the dressing room. "Cazzo prepotente cagna. Cazzo ti odio, freak cagna."

Jennifer watched as her friend's eyes widened at the language Emily used, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from laughing.

"The damn dress is stuck!"

Margot slapped her hand to her forehead, shaking her head at the groans she heard from the dressing room. "Jen, can you go and help her? I need to find Amber and what the consultant has her trying on."

The blond laughed, watching her friend walk away before venturing over to the room where her student was changing. "May I come in?" she asked, knowing on the wood beside the curtain that was used as a door.

"Yeah."

Jennifer pushed the curtain aside and stepped into the small room, hiding her smile at the seventeen year old struggling to unclasp the back of her dress. "Need some help?"

Emily huffed, throwing her hands to her sides. "The damn clasp is sticking and I can't get the dress off." She held her breath as her teacher came closer and bit her lip. "This sucks."

"What? The dress?"

"This whole thing," Emily sighed. "Coming and having to try on all of this shit. It's exhausting."

Jennifer pursed her lips. "Nice language."

Emily forced herself not to smile at the woman in the reflection of the mirror before her. "I don't need a lecture, thank you."

"Were you calling your cousin some choice words while coming back in here?"

Emily smirked. "Maybe." She held her chest as her dress was finally undone, making sure the material didn't slip. "Thank you."

Jennifer peeked down to the now exposed bare hip of the younger girl and noticed the blue and black ink sketched along her ivory skin. "A bird?"

The brunette looked to the mirror to see her teacher staring down to where her second tattoo was. "Oh," she whispered, looking down to her hip. "Yeah."

"It's beautiful," the blue eyed woman stated in awe, her jaw almost ready to drop at the intricate line work. "Very detailed."

"My friend Matthew passed away," she whispered, looking back to their reflections. "I lived in Italy for a few years and he was there with his parents. He was my best friend."

Jennifer met the younger girl's eyes in the mirror.

She licked her bottom lip, shrugging her naked shoulders as delicately as possible. "He was in a boating accident on a trip to Venice, and so I thought it would be best to get something to remember him by." The teenager gave a smile, imagining the face of her best friend as she stared into those blue eyes of her teacher. "He always called me his hummingbird. Quiet but quick."

The blond let her hands brush over Emily's shoulders. "That's beautiful." She quickly stepped back, smiling gently to the brunette. "I'll be right outside, ok?"

Not wanting the older woman to leave her side, Emily found herself opening her mouth. "Would you like to sit with me?" she asked.

Jennifer turned back around. "Sit with you?"

"At the dinner tonight," Emily nodded. "We don't have assigned seating, and my brother will probably want to bring the girl he met last night."

Jennifer saw the beg in her student's dark eyes, and she slowly nodded her head, seeing a smile appear on the seventeen year old's beautiful face. "Sure. I'd love that."

Only three hours later, Jennifer walked into the restaurant with a few other of the bridesmaids, her blue eyes landing on the Prentiss-Hotchner clan sitting around the biggest table in the restaurant.

Emily's head turned at the sound of her cousin's name being called, and her throat quickly closed at the sight of the beautiful woman in her little black dress.

She was so screwed.