Connor is alone at the prenuptial when he sees Shiv approaching. "Hey, baby!" he greets her with enthusiasm. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you. Listen, I just heard that Dad is coming after all."
"Oh. He is?"
"Yeah, he and Marcia are on their way."
"So do you still need me to—"
"I should probably let Dad do the father of the bride stuff. You know, he's 80, we don't know how much longer he'll be around."
"Right. Sure. That's fine. I was just standing in."
"You don't mind?" Shiv looks at his face anxiously. He smiles, trying not to give anything away.
"Of course not. All that matters is that tomorrow is perfect for you. Do you still want me to do my speech or…"
"I don't think so. Dad will probably want to say a few words, and Roman's doing his speech…"
"Right. Let's not overspeech."
"You dodged a bullet." She kisses him on the cheek and strides away to talk to some other guests.
As he stands there wondering what to do with himself, Caroline comes up behind him and slips her arm through his. "So, how long do you give it?"