"She's getting married in a chapel?" Raelyn questioned, failing to hide her disapproval as they stood on the front steps.

"Logistically easier to cage in snipers," Eliot answered. "And it's not like it's her real wedding."

Raelyn looked over the dark wood doors. "Where would she have her real wedding?"

"The top of the Louvre," two voices answered behind them. They turned to see Parker and Hardison.

"Over-looking the pyramid," Parker added.

"That's cute," came a condescending tone. Quinn appeared behind them.

Parker and Hardison smirked towards each other, then he stepped forward and pulled open one of the heavy doors. The five of them filed in, Raelyn dragging her feet to slip in last. Nate, Sophie, Tara, and Sterling were all at the front of the chapel, pacing among the decorations. Hardison and Parker moved forward to join them.

Raelyn's fingers twitched. "That's a lot of flowers. And white," she said quietly between her teeth. The room was covered in white satin draping and white rhododendron.

Eliot leaned over to her, unable to hide his mocking grin. "Waiting to burst into flames?"

"Lil bit," she coughed.

Quinn turned to her with a curiously furrowed brow. "I thought your religion was tied up in the whole Cherokee thing."

"The Cherokee believe in a Maker. There's nothing to say it isn't the same God the Catholics or Protestants worship. I, personally, think it is."

"Not a lot of confidence in your track record, huh?"

"Yeah, that's not the only issue," she said, her jaw clenched. Her face puckered in disgust and she started glancing around like she was looking for snipers already.

Quinn reached over and tugged on her braid, mimicking her nervous habit. She looked at him. "Hey, it's not like a white dress is going to jump out and drag you down the aisle."

"Thank you, I so needed that visual, you asshole," she spat.

The three of them made their way to the front to join the others, Raelyn still dragging her feet. "Tara, you brought the dresses, right?" Parker asked. She kept tugging at her collar, uncharacteristically nervous. Tara nodded and pointed to the garment bags laid across the . "Well, I guess it's time to start getting ready."

Raelyn groaned as she followed Tara and Sophie. "Come on, I think you'll like them." Raelyn rolled her eyes.

"Alright, Parker, I owe you an apology. I may not even cut this dress up," Raelyn gushed as she stepped back into the chapel.

"Seriously?" Eliot grumbled. The dress was, of course, black. The hemline barely came to the top of the thighs. The sleeves were black ruched tule, and the neckline cut straight across, revealing the collar bone.

"Isn't it hot?" Tara agreed, coming out in identical dress. The only difference was that Raelyn had a jeweled belt that was supposed to identify her as the Maid of Honor.

Nate looked incredibly concerned. "And Sophie is?"

"Still getting dressed," Raelyn and Tara answered with no small amount of irritation.

Nate pressed hopefully, "And she's not..."

"No," Tara answered, making Nate sigh in relief. "As a married woman, Sophie gets a different dress. At least that's the excuse we're going with. It seems the hardest part of this wedding was Sophie and Parker fighting over dresses."

Parker crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Couldn't even get her to agree to black."

"Green's a good second, though," Sophie interjected as she reentered the chapel. Her dress was similar but definitely more appropriate for a traditional wedding. It was sage green and knee-length. The sleeves were sheer but loose and not ruched. The neckline had a very shallow V that let the collarbone barely peek through.

"It is," Nate agreed taking Sophie's hand. "Shouldn't you finished getting dressed?" he asked Parker. Her shimmery makeup had been done and hair curled, but she was still in jeans and a grey hoodie that looked like it was probably Hardison's.

"I can't get into the dress by myself," Parker answered, looking unamused.

"Oh, right," Sophie said as if she'd just remembered. "Tara, would you mind helping us? And Jamie...um?"

Raelyn rolled her eyes and waved the three girls off. "Yeah, don't even pretend I'm going to be remotely helpful there."

Sophie nodded gratefully and pulled Parker away but not before Hardison stole an affectionate hug. He said it quietly, but everyone heard him tell her, "The real one is going to be so much more amazing." Tara snickered as she followed behind.

"Speaking of not dressed, why do you two look like the wedding's over?" Eliot had his bow tie and boutonniere in his hand. Quinn's shirt was misbuttoned and untucked. Jackets were undone, belts had missed loops, and collars were caddywompus. Quinn and Eliot looked at each other guiltily. Hardison and Nate looked at each other knowingly. No one said anything for a while. With growing irritation, Raelyn snapped, "What?!"

Hardison adjusted his sharp diamond cufflinks. "Well...it sounded like...a couple of gentlemen...were fighting...about a woman...after somebody...mentioned sex...with said woman."

Her nostrils flared as she exhaled sharply. "You two are so damn childish!" She stomped over to Eliot and began putting him together. Eliot started to stutter out some defense, but she told him, "I don't want to hear it!" as she adjusted his collar. Quinn stepped forward to say his own piece, but she pushed him back. "I will deal with you in a minute!"

Sterling sent a questioning look to Nate. "Love triangle?"

And with that, Nate busted out laughing, and Hardison followed suit. Raelyn moved on to fix Quinn. Eliot then noticed where Sterling's line of sight was focused: Raelyn's backside. "Hey! Quit starin' at her! She's not a piece of meat!"

Nate and Hardison's took a brief intermission to see how deadly this would turn. Sterling glanced at them. "So that's a 'yes' on the love triangle?"

Eliot had leaned forward just an inch, probably to strangle Sterling, when Raelyn stepped on his foot. "Reign it in, Spencer," she said deliberately. And the laughter started up again, Quinn joining in.