Patrick was chatting happily with Felix, Emma and a few of the guests in the church when Britt came over.
"Ah, Felix, could I see you for a second, please?" she asked, with a strange look on her face.
Felix said, "Sure," a little warily and Britt grabbed the sleeve of his tux and practically dragged him over to the corner.
Patrick tried to keep his attention on Emma and Elizabeth, as well as Juan and his wife, Noah, and Matt, all of whom had flown in especially for the occasion. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. Patrick knew both Britt and Felix well enough to know that something wasn't right and, since they'd both been helping Sabrina today, he got concerned. So, he handed Emma off to Elizabeth and said, "I'll be right back. Excuse me."
When he reached the duo, they looked at him funny and went silent with guilty looks on their faces. Patrick knew that Britt and Felix tolerated each other for Sabrina's sake, so it wasn't like them to be thick as thieves without a good reason. "What's going on?"
As Felix scrambled, trying to think of something to say, Britt recovered. "Nothing, Patrick. Why would you think something is going on?"
He looked from Britt to Felix and back to Britt. Then, as he pointed an index finger between them, he said, "Because this is odd. Even for you two."
Britt laughed and punched him lightly in the arm. "I guess that's true. Felix and I were just disagreeing over… ah… Sabrina's hairstyle. Just a fashion emergency. Nothing you need to worry about." Then, she deliberately looked over at the group of people he was talking to. "You should get back to your guests. We've got it covered."
Felix echoed, "Yeah... We'll handle it." After Patrick turned to leave, he noticed the two of them start to freak out again and realized something wasn't right. When he turned back around, they froze, so he tested the waters. "You know what… I think I'm going to go check on Sabrina."
In unison, they shouted, "No!" loud enough to get the attention of everyone nearby. When Patrick went to move, Felix said, "That's bad luck, Patrick. She's in her dress - and you can't see her in her dress before the wedding." Then, he waved Juan over. "Juan will do it. He's giving her away anyway, so…"
Before Patrick could say anything else, Britt and Felix practically dragged Juan toward the bridal suite. As Patrick watched them retreat, Liz and Emma came over and Emma asked worriedly, "Is everything okay, Daddy? There's gonna be a wedding today, right?"
Patrick exchanged glances with Liz and then said, mostly to make himself feel better, "Yeah, baby. Everything's fine. We'd better go take our places so we can start."
Meanwhile…
Sabrina sat at the vanity in the bridal suite she'd occupied two years ago and took a deep breath. As she raised her hand to re-apply her lipstick, a memory flashed before her eyes: her sitting here in her red robe happily putting lipstick on as Emma watched on smiling. Staring at herself in the mirror, she muttered, "Get a grip, Sabrina."
After she finished with her lipstick, she adjusted the flower in her hair, which she'd opted to leave down and veil-less, and stood up. Sabrina used shaky hands to smooth out the invisible wrinkles in her wedding gown and sighed. It wasn't her mother's dress, but, all things considered, that was probably for the best since the dress hadn't been very good luck in the past. After Patrick proposed on Christmas Eve by having Emma give her a picture of the three of them with "Will you marry us?" written on the top, Sabrina hadn't had the willpower to refuse. While she tried to avoid setting a date, reiterating that she was happy just to be with them, Patrick wouldn't take no for an answer. He wanted to marry her - the sooner the better - and suggested Valentine's Day since that was the day he more or less came to his senses. Not wanting to argue, she agreed, and he and Felix (as well as Emma) threw themselves into planning the perfect do-over wedding for her. The problem was, however, that she wanted absolutely no part of a wedding. Apparently being abandoned at the altar had made her more gun shy than she realized. When Sabrina tried to get Patrick to reconsider and elope, just the two of them and Emma, he got surprisingly upset, so she relented.
While Sabrina was touched by the fact that Patrick wanted to get things right this time and give her the wedding he believed she deserved, the prospect of standing up there at the altar with him in front of the people who witnessed her humiliation two years ago made her want to vomit. After Britt helped her into the dress Felix had bought her before, which was really lovely, Sabrina thanked her for everything and then asked for a moment alone. When Britt questioned her odd mood, Sabrina played it off as nervousness and encouraged her not to worry, though she wasn't sure her friend bought it. After she was gone, however, Sabrina let her brave facade' crack and began pacing in earnest as the embarrassing memories of her failed wedding ran through her mind as if they had happened yesterday.
Sabrina was rubbing her temples and seriously eyeing the door she'd used to escape last time when she heard a knock. "Sabrina?" Juan asked worriedly, "Are you okay in there? Felix and Britt are concerned."
Since Sabrina had locked the door behind Britt, Juan's attempt to turn the knob was futile. Relieved that no one would see her like this, Sabrina answered with false cheer, "Fine. Just finishing up. I'll be out in a minute."
"Okay. Well, I'm right outside. Patrick and Emma are waiting and the show can't get on the road without you."
Resolved to do her best to get through the day, Sabrina took one last look at herself in the mirror, steeled her face into a smile, grabbed her bouquet and unlocked the door. "Here goes nothing," she whispered to herself as she opened the door and stepped out.