The living room was a mess of blankets, empty snack bowls, and sleepy smiles as the group stretched and yawned after finishing their late-night binge of Virgin River. The credits of the final episode rolled, and Emily turned off the TV with a satisfied sigh.

"Well," Emily said, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders, "that was a journey."

"An emotional rollercoaster," Mindy agreed, stifling a yawn. "I still can't believe he didn't tell her about the baby. Men."

Gabriel raised his hands defensively. "Don't look at me. I didn't do anything."

Camille, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly perked up. "Oh! Speaking of emotional journeys, I almost forgot to tell you—there's a wedding happening in a few days."

"A wedding?" Emily asked, intrigued. "Whose wedding?"

"My friend Genevieve Laurent," Camille replied. "She's getting married in Burgundy, and she invited all of us."

"Wait," Alfie said, sitting up straighter. "We're all invited? Even me?"

"Of course," Camille said with a smile. "You're part of the group now. Plus, Genevieve loves meeting new people."

"Weddings are fun," Mindy said, already imagining the festivities. "Do we have to wear fancy hats? Please tell me it's one of those weddings."

"No hats," Camille said with a laugh. "But it's going to be a proper French celebration—great food, beautiful scenery, and... a few interesting characters."

Gabriel groaned, rubbing his temples. "Is Sylvie going to be there?"

The room went silent.

"Not Sylvie Grateau," Gabriel clarified quickly. "Another Sylvie."

"Who's this Sylvie?" Emily asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gabriel hesitated, clearly regretting his outburst. "She's... an old friend."

"Friend?" Mindy echoed, leaning forward. "Or something more?"

Gabriel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Back in the day, at every holiday party—Easter, Mother's Day, Fourth of July, you name it—Sylvie would... corner me."

"Corner you?" Alfie repeated, smirking. "What, like in a fun way?"

"No," Gabriel said firmly. "Like in a closet. And it wasn't fun. She was... persistent."

Camille rolled her eyes. "Persistent is putting it mildly. Sylvie wanted babies with him."

"Babies?" Emily asked, her jaw dropping. "Gabriel, what the hell?"

"I wasn't ready!" Gabriel said defensively. "And it was terrifying. She had this way of... planning our entire future while I was just trying to enjoy a glass of champagne."

Mindy was already laughing, clutching her stomach. "Oh my God, this is amazing. Gabriel, you've been hiding this from us?"

"It wasn't exactly my proudest moment," Gabriel muttered. "And now, thanks to Camille, I'm pretty sure she's going to be at the wedding."

"Don't worry," Camille said, patting his arm. "I'll keep her away from you."

"Yeah," Mindy said, barely holding back more laughter. "We'll form a protective circle around Gabriel."

As the group headed to bed, the laughter lingered in the air, even as Gabriel muttered something about "needing a Sylvie-free zone."

The next morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and buttered toast wafted through the apartment. The group gathered around the kitchen table, bleary-eyed but in good spirits. Gabriel had once again taken charge of breakfast, serving up omelets and fresh fruit.

"Any wedding fashion rules we should know about?" Mindy asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Just don't wear white," Camille said with a wink. "Unless you want Genevieve to chase you out with a rolling pin."

Before anyone could respond, Camille's phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at the screen and smiled. "It's Genevieve."

She answered the call, her voice immediately warm. "Genevieve! How are you?"

Genevieve's voice was bright and cheerful, even over the phone. "Camille! Hearing your voice is already making my day better. Are you free? I'm in Paris with Timothie, and I'd love to see you before the rehearsal."

"You're in Paris?" Camille asked, surprised. "I thought you were staying in West Wicklow until the wedding."

"We decided to make a trip out of it," Genevieve explained. "Timothie wanted to surprise me, and now we're here for a few days. Are you free later?"

Camille smiled. "Absolutely. I can't wait to see you."

"Perfect," Genevieve said. "I'll text you the details."

As Camille hung up, the group was already curious.

"So?" Emily prompted. "What's the plan?"

"Genevieve and Timothie are in Paris," Camille explained. "They want to meet up before the rehearsal."

"More socializing?" Alfie asked, feigning exhaustion. "I thought revenge missions were exhausting, but this is next level."

Mindy smirked. "You'll survive. Plus, it's Genevieve. She's fabulous."

"Let's just hope Sylvie doesn't crash this too," Gabriel muttered.

Camille laughed, already imagining the chaos the group might bring to the wedding festivities. One thing was certain—Burgundy would never know what hit it.