Waking to the sound of her cousin's shrill voice outside her room, Emily smiled into her pillow.

Jennifer had made her feel so special the night before, hugging her and joking with her and letting her cry on her shoulder.

And the kissing didn't hurt either.

After spending an hour more in the blond woman's arms just listening to the waterfall, Emily let her lead her up to her hotel suite to rest up for the big day to come. Jennifer had let their fingers brush before walking down the hall toward her own room, and she had no idea that the younger girl had leaned against her doorframe and watched her walk away before heading into her room.

Emily grinned a goofy grin as she sat up in her bed, fixing the top of her nightgown that began to slip. She hadn't slept much that night, her mind always wandering to the blond bombshell she was getting the privilege to know, and somehow she had never felt more rested.

"Emily? Are you up yet?"

"Yeah," she nodded, standing from her bed. "I'm up."

"Ottenere il cazzo qui, vero?" Get the fuck out here, will you?

Emily cast a stiff glance toward her bedroom door. "Sta 'zitto! Sarò lì in un minuto!" Shut the fuck up! I'll be there in a minute! She laughed as she heard her cousin storm away from her door, and she quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, not bothering to go and find a bra to keep her contained before walking out into the hall.

"Emily?"

Turning, the eighteen year old saw Margot's best friend standing near her. "Grace, hi," she smiled. "You coming?" They had to get ready in her cousin's room and be finished by two or they'd be dead.

The redhead quickly nodded. "I will be, I just have to run out really quickly. Jennifer asked if I'd seen you," the older woman shrugged. "She's over in Margot's room."

Emily bit her lip. "Thank you." Knocking on her cousin's door, she was immediately pulled into the room with her hair flying in her face. "Nice to see you too," the brunette laughed, seeing the pain on her brother's face. "What are you even doing in here?"

"I was only supposed to make sure the goodie bags were right. Only that!"

Emily's brown eyes widened. "And? What's the problem?"

Aaron looked at his little sister as if she had two heads. "There are over six hundred people coming," he hissed, glaring at the laughing girl before storming out of the room.

The brunette girl bit her lip to try and keep from laughing too loud, her dark eyes glancing around the hectic room to try and find the woman who had managed to make her feel better the night before.

"Em?"

Looking up, the eighteen year old could barely open her mouth to reply before she was dragged across the room and shoved into a chair that sat before an empty makeup station.

"Sit," instructed her cousin, "and let them get your hair done so then you can get into your dress. If we're even a minute late, I'll kill you."

Emily's eyes widened as the hairdressers immediately started to come and spray her hair. "We have four hours left!" Seeing the glare her cousin was sending her, the teenager quickly quieted herself down and sat back in her seat, staring at her reflection and puffing up her cheeks.

"That's cute."

Turning her head, Emily smiled. "Hey," she almost whispered, seeing Jennifer sit down beside her so the other hairdressers could finish spraying her curls. "You look beautiful."

Jennifer smiled shyly to the younger girl, feeling a touch of guilt when she saw the happiness spark in her eyes. "So do you. How are you feeling?"

"A lot better," she sighed, nodding to the older woman and wanting to reach over and take her hand. "Thank you for last night."

The hairdresser wrapping the ambassador's daughter's already curling hair around the curling iron in his hand smirked at the statement, and he looked in the mirror to catch Emily's eyes. "Last night?"

Emily glared. "Pas un mot, Phillip." Not one word, Phillip.

Jennifer watched the interaction with weary eyes. "You two know each other?"

"Phillip does my hair for every event our family has," Emily nodded.

"Elle est une petite chose sexy, Emily. Tu ferais mieux de garder près de lui." She's a sexy little thing, Emily. You better keep her close.

Seeing Emily's eyes bulge, Jennifer leaned over the edge of her chair to get closer to the brunette girl. "What did he say?" She for sure heard the word 'sexy' come out of his mouth.

"Nothing," the younger girl immediately laughed, trying to cover up the cocky smile her hairdresser was wearing on his face. "He didn't say a thing."

Jennifer gave a small nod, leaning over and taking Emily's hand in hers. "When you're done, can I talk to you?"

The brunette's dark eyes connected with the older woman's, feeling those talented and soft fingers gliding against hers as she nodded. "Of course." Tilting her head to the side, she tried to silently ask the beautiful woman on her hand if they were alright. If they were going to be ok and comfortable with one another at the wedding.

If they could go past this vacation and continue what they had when they were back at home.