"New dress?"

Jennifer looked up from the napkin she was lying in her lap and smirked at her friend. "No. Why?"

Margot shrugged. "You just looked dressed up, that's all."

The brunette at the Spanish teacher's side rolled her teeth over her pink lip. "You look great," she almost stuttered, smiling when Jennifer looked over to her.

"Thank you," the older woman smiled, her hand brushing Emily's as she brought it up from her lap to cup her glass of water. "You look great too."

Emily could feel herself blushing as she smiled back up to the beautiful woman, noticing the beautiful curled tendrils that framed her face. "Thank you."

"If you two are done flirting," came the voice of Emily's ex, her eyes rolling hard in her head. "The ambassador wants your attention."

Jennifer shared a look with the girl at her side before smiling to the woman staring their way. "Good evening, ambassador."

Emily's mother smiled to the pair. "Evening, Ms. Jareau. You look gorgeous."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Well," she sighed gently, looking to the family members she had seated around her. "Margot's wedding is in two days as we all know, but we are staying for a bit longer if everyone is alright with that."

Emily frowned. "I thought you and daddy had a meeting in Spain on Sunday."

"We did, but we had it moved to Sacramento. You all will stay here while your father and I travel with your aunts and uncles."

Emily felt Jennifer's eyes on her as she looked to her mother. "And by 'you all' you mean?"

Ambassador Prentiss eyed her daughter. "The family and those we've brought with us."

Jennifer saw the anxiety shining behind those dark doe eyes as the realization hit her. Courtney was going to have to stay with them.

Hearing a small giggle from the side of the table, the family and their friends looked up to see Aaron standing near the empty chair with the girl he had scored with the night before.

Elizabeth Prentiss glared at her son. "Come back alone, Aaron Richard."

The seventeen year old laughed lightly at the way her brother immediately turned around and escorted his date out of the restaurant. "Classy," she whispered to herself.

Jennifer smirked, taking her glass of water from between her lips. "And add that to last night? Your brother is one classy fellow."

"You should have seen him during puberty," Emily chuckled, laughing lowly along with the blond at her side. "Hornier than a dog that hasn't humped anything but its owner's leg in a year," she whispered, her voice drunk with laughter.

Courtney eyed the laughing pair beside her with her chestnut eyes, frowning at the smiles on their faces.

That older bitch was trying to steal her girlfriend.

"Ms. Jareau," she piped up, smiling to the Spanish teacher from over her ex. "How is it you know Margot?"

Licking the remainder of water droplets from her lips, Jennifer looked away from the seventeen year old's gorgeous brown eyes to look to the questioning girl. "We went to college together."

Courtney smiled. "Lovely."

"And how do you know Margot, Courtney? Or were you just here to accompany Emily to last night's dinner?"

"I'm Emily's guest to the wedding," the blond grinned evilly.

Emily looked up from the drink she'd been staring at and glared at the girl she used to call her girlfriend. "You're a guest of my mother," she drawled, wanting to gag at the smug look on Courtney's face. "I didn't invite you."

"Emily," the ambassador scolded from the head of the table. "Manners."

"Maybe you should remind your precious Courtney that," Emily scowled, yanking her hand away from the girl who tried to grab it. "You know, the girl who continues to try and grab at me under the table and force me into PDA when we're not even together. It's like you don't care."

"Care about what, sweetie?" Courtney teased, playing with her ex's fingers.

Emily pushed away the brown eyed girl's hand and stood, her chair sliding out from under her. "Care about the fact that my whore of an ex doesn't give two shits about my feelings. I DON'T like you, do you get that? So stop trying to touch me and get me to make us look like a couple. I broke up with you for a reason."

"Emily Rose," the mother of two scowled.

The brunette, with glassy brown eyes, immediately shook her head to silence the older woman. "Stop. Stop acting like she's your child and I'm not."

Jennifer's eyes widened as she watched the young girl run from the restaurant. Taking the napkin from her lap, she stood and threw it on the decorated dinner table. "You should be ashamed." She turned and walked out into the rainy evening, searching through the bustles of people to see the seventeen year old throwing her soaking wet hair away from her face. "Emily! Emily?"

The ivory skinned girl shook her head. "Go away!"

Running after the beautiful young girl, Jennifer caught up with her underneath an overhang to keep them dry. "Hey," she breathed, turning the brunette to face her. "Talk to me."

Emily's lips quivered at the compassion she saw in her teacher's eyes, and she couldn't stop the tears from falling from hers. "It's like my mother hates me," she spewed, glaring back at the restaurant where she saw her cousins and uncles looking to them from the entrance door. "She's never cared about how I felt and this trip is no different."

Jennifer reached toward the brunette and cupped her cheek in her palm, getting her to turn and face her. "Come with me."

"What?"

She could see the confusion in hose precious dark eyes, and Jennifer smoothed down her student's dark hair. "Come on."