Eleanor Mikaelson crossed the lawn, led there by the sound of music coming from the tent, holding her heels and bag in her hands. It seemed like she was one of the earliest arrivals to the wedding; not many other people were around.

When she reached the tent at last, she looked around in appreciation at the magnificent decoration, then accidentally bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry," she apologized immediately. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"No, don't worry about it," the man responded. "It was my bad." He grabbed her to help her keep her balance.

She froze, recognizing the voice immediately, raising her eyes to look into the dark eyes of Julian Johnson.

"Julian…" she murmured, pulling herself away from him, her voice trailing off.

"Eleanor." He steppe back and buried both his hands deep in the pockets of his trousers.

"I…I mean…I didn't know you'd be here." She coughed to give herself a moment to think, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.

She'd styled her air in a loose bun with a few lose strands of hair framing her face.

"Selina invited Diana," Julian explained. "So I figured she took pity on me." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Eleanor shook her head. "I don't think pity was the reason at all. Elijah is very fond of you, because you're a good man, Julian Johnson."

"He's been helpful with my transition, but I don't know if it means that he likes me," Julian told her dryly.

She nodded and gave him a sweet, shy smile.

Obviously, the way Julian Johnson had been transformed was still painful to him.

"I'm so clumsy," she explained. "I should have put my shoes on already, but I can't walk on the lawn with them. Lots of holes or something I think." She took a deep breath and slid her foot into her yellow strappy heel.

"Here, let me help you," Julian offered her his hand and she reached out to grab it.

"Oh, thank you so much," she smiled and held onto him as she got her shoes on.

When she was done, she pulled her hand out of his. "Thanks!"

He nodded and looked her over, his look hot as he watched every inch of her body. She was wearing a long blue sundress with a corset top, with many layers of tulle along with her yellow heels.

"You're a vision," he complimented, his voice hoarse. "The blue dress goes well with your complexion, Eleanor."

"Thank you," she blushed and slid her hands over her skirt. Then she bit her lip and looked him over too.

He was wearing a classic pair of black trousers, a pair of shiny black shoes, a blue tie, and a matching black blazer. His long hair was wavy, and a beard added to his untamed image.

"You look dashing too," she complimented.

"Thank you," Julian said. "I wanted to look good for my daughter." He smiled. "I think she went inside to find Elise."

"Of course," she smiled back and averted her eyes to avoid his intent stare.

"Do you want an hors d'oeuvre, Sir? Madame?" A server presented some food and napkins on a golden plate to them.

"Thank you," Eleanor nodded and reached out for a canape.

"No, thank you," Julian shook his head. "Maybe later."

The server nodded and went on his way to serve someone else.

Ellie stuffed the small hors d'oeuvre in her mouth, moaning at how good it was. "You should have had one, Julian! They're to die for!"

Julian just shook his head and watched her, a grin on his bearded face.

"What?" Ellie asked. "Do I have something on my lips?" She brought her hand up to her face, worryingly.

"No, no," he shook his head, looking into her pretty brown eyes. "It's on your cheek. Just a little something." He smiled and lifted his hand to brush the food off her face with his thumb and causing her to break out in goosebumps.

"Oh, thank you," she took a deep breath and looked away from him, blushing once more. Then she shook her head. Get a grip on yourself, Eleanor!

"What do you think of the decorations?" She remarked. "I think they're magnificent!" She smiled awkwardly and jumped from one foot to the other.

"I wasn't aware that it was such a big wedding," Julian replied, looking around.

"I had no idea either," Ellie replied, looking away. "I don't want to keep you here with me if you'd rather mingle." She rubbed her hands nervously.

"Are we going to talk about it?" He asked bluntly.

"About what?" She froze, even though she knew exactly what was coming next.

"The fact that we kissed the last time we saw each other," he said firmly.

She cleared her throat. "There isn't much to say about it. I think old memories caused that kiss."

Eleanor, she told herself, you're a liar!

"So…so it doesn't mean anything to you?" Julian asked dryly.

"Did it to you?" she shrugged uneasily.

"I asked you first," he reminded her.

"Hey, look here!" A voice interrupted before Eleanor could reply. "It's your mom and her…and Julian!" Klaus quickly rephrased his sentence as he appeared at their sides with Angelica at his heels. "You two look like you could use some champagne." He handed each one of them a glass.

"And here's yours," Angelica smiled and handed Julian a glass of his own. "Hello, Mom, Julian."

"Angelica," Julian nodded politely. "Thank you for the drink."

"Don't mention it," Klaus grinned. "It's courtesy of my brother and his wife." He winked playfully.

"You can call me Angie," Angelica told him. "Everyone does." She spoke in a neutral voice.

Julian glanced at Eleanor, then looked away.

"I prefer to call you by your given name," he told Angelica. "I think it's lovely." He took a sip from his glass.

"Did you come together?" Klaus asked slyly. "Is your time out done with now?" He gave them a look that made Eleanor blush.

"Klaus!" Angelica scolded and elbowed him.

"What?" Klaus excused himself. "It's a legitimate question to wonder if they are…" He started before he got cut off.

"No, we didn't come together," Eleanor answered quickly. "We just came and happened to bump into each other."

"Yes, that's true," Julian agreed. "I can attest to that."

"Oh," Klaus grinned wickedly. "Is that what they're calling it these days?"

Klaus winked and made her blush more.

"Where's Victoria?" Ellie asked, trying to make the conversation about something less awkward.

"Oh, she had an appointment at the hairdresser," Angelica replied. "The salon is by Kol and Amy's house and Froy said he would bring her when she was done." She paused and cleared her throat before eying Klaus. "Why don't you take Julian on a walk?"

"I think she wants to talk to her mother," Klaus translated for Julian. Then he grabbed his arm and pulled the other man away.

"Are you okay?" Angelica asked her mother when they were gone.

"Of course!" Ellie nodded and did her best to reassure her daughter. "Of course I am, sweetheart. Thank you for asking."

"You know," Angelica cleared her throat. "If you want to be with Julian…be with him. "He's a decent man, and I don't want to be the person who's stopping you from finding happiness." As Angelica spoke, tears fell from her eyes.

"You could never be the cause of my unhappiness, Angelica," Eleanor replied, taking her daughter's hands. "Julian and I…we…." She didn't know where to go from there, so she stopped talking and just looked down at the floor.

"You still love him, don't you?" Angelica asked.

"That's not important," Ellie shook her head. "The important thing is that because of Julian, we have Diana in our lives now."

"Yeah," Angelica nodded and gave her mother a hug. "That's true."

The passenger door of the black Rolls Royce opened, and a tall man took his seat.

"Hurry up, John Wade!" Lucifer snapped. "We don't have all day."

"Well, excuse me for wanting to look presentable when we go to…whatever this is." John began pulling his silk shirt sleeves out from under the sleeves of his designer blazer.

Lucifer looked at him in surprise. "And just what do you mean by that?"

John stared at him, just as surprised.

"Well, you needed a plus one, so you asked me, and I agreed to come. Plus, anything that makes Elijah Mikaeson shake in his pants is going to bring a smile to his face." He paused. "So…where exactly are we going again?"

Lucifer suddenly hit the brakes, leaving John holding onto the dashboard for dear life. "Please tell me you're joking! I asked you if you were invited!"

"And I told you that I never need an invitation to go anywhere because of how powerful I am!" John pointed out.

"Well, I thought that you meant you'd been invited! As for you being powerful…" Lucifer grinned and began laughing. "Don't make me laugh!"

"My dear little demon," John grinned wickedly. "You know perfectly well how powerful I am, how long I've been on this earth, and the power I have…" John rolled his eyes. "I accepted the invitation to accompany you to this ludicrous event because I was bored out of my mind, and I thought you were invited!"

"This is a nightmare!" Lucifer rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh.

"Why are you throwing a tantrum like a child," John shrugged, unaffected by the news.

"Why? You want to know why?" Lucifer began counting on his fingers. "First, I have no idea why you think I would invite you as my plus one. I can't stand you!"

"Well, I feel the same. I think you're pompous and pretentious!" John pointed out.

"Secondly," Lucifer raised his voice angrily. "The only reason why I'm here with you is because I thought you'd been invited to the wedding!"

"Why?" John shrugged. "Since when do you do what people like the Mikaelsons say? They're peasants compared to you? We're already dressed so it would be disappointing for us not to go to this circus!"

"Well, that's usually true, but I have a monitor on my ankle, John!" Lucifer snapped and stared the car again. "I have no choice but to do what they say!"

John rolled his eyes. "So it's a wedding? Which one of Elijah's children is getting married this time?"

"It's not one of Elijah's children who is getting married." Lucifer heaved a big sigh.

"Then who?" John glanced at him.

"Selina's," Lucifer replied. "It's Arthur Gray and Gabrielle Delacroix who are getting married."

John burst out laughing, holding his stomach as his body shook. "Are you telling me that Elijah Mikaelson is hosting the wedding of the son his wife had with another man at his little farm house? How quaint!"

"It's not really a little farmhouse," Lucifer corrected. "It's rather big, actually."

"Never mind," John shook his head and grinned as he looked out the window for a second, then back at Lucifer. "There's no way I'm missing this wedding now, but…why are you going to start with? Not to be a good boy and apologize to your wife?"

"Bite your tongue!" Lucifer snapped. "Not her! I just…I thought my daughter might be there."

"Oh, yes, the beautiful Angelica, who you disowned and said you never wanted to see again. Everyone knows about that. Or at least some of it. Do you think if I asked her, she'd tell me…"

Lucifer's eyes turned red, and he grabbed John by the collar. "Touch her, and you'll die!"

John just grinned. "You probably at least thought the same thing regarding Klaus Mikaelson and he's still walking around, so you'll excuse me if I'm not afraid of your threats." He paused. "I have no interest in your daughter, but her relationship with Klaus Mikaelson intrigues me. You're a very lucky father-in-law!"

"Don't remind me," Lucifer growled. "And they're not married."

"Oh, so they're just sleeping together, so there's still hope," John teased.

Lucifer tensed. "Not exactly. She had a daughter with him." His voice softened. "Her name is Victoria."

"Then you're screwed, because the minute a Mikaelson gets a woman in their bed, all they do is procreate and put more children in this world."

"Oh, shut up!" Lucifer growled and turned the radio up so he wouldn't have to hear John talk anymore.

"Okay," Lucifer parked in the big driveway and looked at John, who was walking by his side. "Let's just separate and stay away from each other. If you see Elijah or Selina, you tell them you were invited by the other, and that you brought a plus one. Obviously, they won't be able to contradict you before checking the information."

John came to a halt, turning and glancing at him. "Are you really the devil, or am I talking to an imposter in his body?"

Lucifer growled, his hands balling into fists. "What is your damn problem, John Wade?"

John shrugged. "Not to point out the obvious here," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "But neither Selina nor Elijah Mikaelson can stand us. So why in the hell do you think this plan of yours is gonna work?"

"Well, fine," Lucifer snapped. "If you think it's such a bad idea, give me your better one?"

"Yes," John nodded. "Just man up and be the devil that you are, and I'll do my part by being an absolute terror!" He chuckled and rubbed his hands together wickedly.

"We can't because my daughter will be at the wedding, like I told you before," Lucifer sighed. "And if I done thing wrong, that peasant Klaus Mikaelson will find a way to use it to turn her against me!"

"My god," John rolled his eyes. "I consider myself fortunate that I never had one."

"What do you mean? You're the father of Sean Mikaelson!"

"I was talking about a daughter," John corrected him. "Yes, I'm his biological father, but it's not something I like to think about because it means that since you refuse to divorce Eleanor, who is my granddaughter, I'm stuck being related to you."

"Right…Grandpa…" Lucifer chuckled, allowing himself a moment of levity at John's expense, even though the thought of being related to John in any way made him sick too if he thought about it too much. Thank goodness Eleanor's father was on such bad terms with him that he'd never been forced to host John for Thanksgiving! And he knew that John was referred to as the magical world's version of the devil because of how he'd always wanted his sisters' power for himself. It was just...well it was insulting! That's what it was!

"Never mind!" John glared. "I'm his biological father, yes, but I do my best to forget about it, as I'm sure he is. Powerful men like us can't be married or have children, Lucifer. It's not in our DNA. It doesn't fit in our lives. I've finally realized that."

"Well, it's a little late for me," Lucifer winced as they reached the gigantic farm house. "Okay, we're here. Let's just keep a low profile and hope for the best!"

John chuckled. "And that's not my style either, my friend!" John told him before heading to the tent.

Lucifer sighed and rolled his eyes at the sky. "Father, where are you when I need you?"

Diana Dove Johnson stepped out of the majestic farmhouse, nodding at a few guests who passed her by, before walking to the parking area.

She had decided to wait for Victoria, who was supposed to arrive with Froy's parents. She stopped abruptly, her jaw dropping in shock at what she was seeing. She saw a tall, dark, and, she couldn't deny it, handsome man, who was talking to a few female guests before going on his way.

What was Lucifer Morningstar doing here? Was he trying to cause trouble?

Her eyes narrowed. No, he wouldn't. Over her dead body would he cause trouble today!

She stormed toward him, fists placed on either side of her tense body. When she reached him, she grabbed his left arm forcefully to stop his movement.

"Go back to your sex club, Lucifer!" She snapped. "No one wants you here!"

"Oh, it's just my luck," Lucifer sighed and rolled his eyes. "Diana Dove Johnson. Of all the people I could have bumped into at this wedding, here you are."

She tightened her grip on his arm, causing him to wince. "Leave before someone sees you!"

He glared at her with red, angry eyes. "Let go of my arm, sweetheart," he hissed. "Or things could get very ugly very fast."

"I'm not afraid of your red eyes, Lucifer," she said, raising her chin and getting right in is face. "Get the hell out of here!"

A guttural growl escaped his throat, his fiery gaze looking her over, from her small but perky, perfect breasts, to her narrow hip, and down her long legs and seemingly delicate feet, strapped into yellow, strappy high heels. He had to admit that she had a body that would damn a saint (or him, if those legs of hers were wrapped around his waist…but that was beside the point!). He couldn't help but appreciate that blue bodycon dress with cutouts that left little to the imagination.

She was a little teaser, that Diana Dove, and it seemed that he found it attractive…if his feelings of arousal indicated anything, regardless of if he wanted to feel them or not. It was frustrating as hell.

"So…did you think you had to dress like a whore to get attention at this wedding, D.D.?" He asked. "Don't you know it's gauche to try and take attention away from the bride?" A devilish grin curved his lips. "Who did you have in mind? Who is the lucky man who will be between your legs tonight?"

The insult made her go pale, and she released him so she could slap him in the face.

But he saw it coming and grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Hey, hey, hey!" he said, clicking his tone. "Be a good girl to Daddy. Don't play a game you know you're not going to win, little one."

"Let me go and get away from me, you jackass!" she mumbled between clenched teeth, squirming to try and get free, but getting nowhere.

Lucifer clicked his tongue. "Who would have thought I would appreciate seeing you squirm like a fly stuck in a spider's web? Give me more, Diana! It fills me with joy!" he smirked, pulling her against his bulging chest.

"You sick bastard!" She spat.

"You know, I could easily crush you under my heel if I wanted to, Diana," he mumbled between clenched teeth, casting a brief glance at some guests who were looking at them with concern.

"Like you killed my grandmother?" she raised her chin and glared at him, refusing to look away.

The accusation startled Lucifer, surprising him for a few seconds.

"That was an accident," he murmured.

"Was it an accident when you killed my father too?" Diana asked in a trembling voice.

"You forget that your mother is still my wife," he reminded her dryly.

"Don't remind me," she spat. "Just thinking of that fact makes me want to barf! But I feel even sadder for my sister, who had to have you as a father her whole life! Who loved and cared for you, and didn't get shit in return for it!"

Before Lucifer could reply, a voice interrupted them.

"Are you okay, young lady?" asked a stranger who was looking at Diana with worry.

Lucifer turned his head to face him and released his grip on Diana's arm.

"I'm fine," Diana lied, plastering what she hoped was a reassuring smile on her face as she adjusted her blue dress.

"We're sorry if we disturbed you. My fiancée and I, we always have this stupid lovers' quarrels." Lucifer shrugged apologetically and gave a small laugh. "I told her that dress is amazing, but she refuses to believe me."

The other man smiled. "My wife is the same. Every time I compliment her, she doesn't believe a word."

"That's not true!" his wife replied, slapping his arm.

"We shouldn't argue all the time, my love," Lucifer unexpectedly placed an arm around Diana's waist and pulled her back in his arms, crashing his lips against hers.

She froze, eyes open and pulling on his tie in the hopes that it would strangle him so he would let her go, but he wouldn't budge. She finally closed her eyes, praying that this nightmare would end in seconds. This was a bad decision. The moment she did it, she could feel his hard lips, the taste of something strong, probably alcohol, and the strong aroma of cigars. But even more, she could feel something she couldn't face, a tingling sensation in her whole body.

If the damn couple would just leave them be, it would give him the chance to find Angelica and try to make amends. Maybe see Victoria too? Those were Lucifer's main thoughts, until he unexpectedly felt the softness of Diana's lips against his own. Her soft, sweet breath, her heartbeat picking up, and dare he say it…the smell of her arousal.

Diana then managed to give him a good, hard push, then slapped him hard across the face.

Lucifer scowled and rubbed his cheek. Damn, that little bitch had a good punch!

He turned his head to explain what had just happened to the couple with them, but it seemed they'd left. The plan had worked!

"Don't you ever put your hands on me again!" Diana raged, her dark eyes stormy as she stabbed a finger in his direction and made a move like she wanted to slap him again.

She seemed to have done it enough that he was ready for her and grabbed her hand, his eyes sliding over her body appreciatively. He was even ready to admit to himself that she was a beautiful woman, even though he hated her so much that the thought of him liking her made him wince.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I would rather swim in a lake full of piranhas then touch you again," he said dryly. "And don't flatter yourself either. I only kissed you so that that couple would leave us alone!"

"Good," she nodded. "Now it's your turn! Fuck off and leave my family alone!" She didn't want to spare him any more words, so she turned and stomped off.

Once she was gone, Lucifer sighed and adjusted the sleeves of his silk shirt under his blazer again. He'd gotten through that. Now, if he wanted to do what he came to do, it would be best if he kept a low profile for the rest of the wedding.

John Wade reached the bar under one of the big tents and ordered a scotch on the rocks from the first waiter he saw. He grabbed his glass and sipped it, looking around as the guests began to arrive and fill the tent from wall to wall.

It seemed like the Mikaelsons had put their money where their mouths were, he told himself, smirking, This wedding seemed like it was meant to be the event of the year.

A server dressed in black with white gloves passed by him with a large plate of appetizers. Seeing John, he stopped and held it out.

"I don't mind if I do," John smiled and took the whole tray from the shocked waiter.

"Well…don't just stand there," John said. "You've done your job and made sure I had food. Now go on your way."

The server didn't say another word. He just turned and walked away slowly.

Elise Mikaelson had been watching the whole scene, smiling at the waiter as he approached, signaling him to go back to the kitchen and get another plate. The server nodded and made his way back into the farmhouse to do just that.

Then she faced the man who had hogged the other tray and stomped over to him.

He didn't seem like anyone she recognized, but then again, she hadn't memorized the whole guest list. This man didn't seem like he fit.

As she got close to him, Elise began to whistle nonchalantly, hands behind her back as she approached him and watched him stuff his face.

At the same moment, John grinned, thinking the appetizers were pretty good for being served at a farmhouse wedding. And because he knew a thing or two about the supernatural world and its tendency toward fucked up weddings, he knew that was more than likely some sort of scandal or mess would happen before he got the chance to eat. That and he would probably get discovered and kicked out before the service even began.

Elise stopped and asked another waiter for a glass of sparkling water before approaching the tall man. "Aren't those nice appetizers? It took my parents a bit to decide on really good ones.

The man didn't say anything, not even giving her a glance as he continued to eat.

She cleared her throat and stood on tiptoe, trying not to think about how uncomfortable her stupid high heels were. Then she yelled in the man's ear. "Do you have a hearing problem? You seem old and crumbling rather than young and spry, so I thought you hadn't heard me. Is that why I'm being ignored? Or are you just rude?"

Then she waited for his reaction. She didn't really think he was that old. She just wanted to piss him off cause she hated being ignored.

As she'd hoped, he didn't seem to appreciate the insult, finally turning to stare into her big blue eyes. She was young but had a certain maturity about her at the same time. He took a moment to study her delicate features before looking over the rest of her body. She wasn't a typical beauty, but something entirely unique. And to his dismay, he liked that, especially the way her loose dark hair was pushed to the side. She wore a yellow blazer dress that hid he curves and seemed to suit her just fine. It was a designer dress, he was sure of that, that hid a killer body.

She scoffed. "Am I supposed to be flattered by the fact that you're looking over me like a dog eying a juicy steak?" She laughed. "I have to say that I'm not in the mood for a sugar daddy."

"I wouldn't think that at all, Miss 'You're-getting-on-my-last-nerves," he told her. "And I don't like you feminist types either!"

"Do I get on your last nerves?" She grinned. "That fills me with joy!" She placed a hand on her heart and sighed theatrically. Then she looked him over with no shame.

He was tall and seemed to be in his mid-forties in human years. Though she knew he wasn't human. He wasn't the dashing handsome kind of man, not really. But she felt that he was the sort to walk into a room without everyone staring at him. He screamed power seemed to be the sort of man who just liked people to obey him without question. Unfortunately for him…she wasn't the obedient type.

He wore a designer suit with a black silk tie and a black shirt. His hair was longer than usual for a man, with a few strands always pushed toward the back. At first glance, his appearance meant that he was an important figure in the supernatural community. She had also noticed all his leather bracelets, which meant he was a rebel at heart.

"Who are you?" She asked him, chin raised. "Before you think that I'm even remotely interested in you, I'm just here as a way to deal with my boredom."

"I don't care," John said. "The only thing I care about regarding you is that you're bothering me while I'm eating!" Then he locked eyes with her. "And just who are you?"

"You answered that question already," she reminded him. "I'm someone who's bothering you while you're eating!" She tilted her head and watched him with a smile. "Mr. 'I think way too highly of myself'."

John then threw his head back and burst into laughter. Damn, she was a pain! But he had to admit that it had been a long time since anyone had amused and infuriated him at the same time.

The sound of his laughter startled her as goosebumps seemed to invade her entire body.

"How about you tell me what you're laughing at?" She demanded.

"No," he shook his head and smirked.

="You know what I find hilarious?" Elise leaned forward, whispering and giving him a wink as if she were wanting to share a secret.

"I couldn't care less," John took a deep breath. "I don't really want to talk anyone right now, Miss 'Needs-a-man-to-find-her-sex-appeal.' I've never seen anyone more stuck up." He chuckled.

"You're probably right," she laughed with him. "But at least I'm no vulgar clown who made the mistake of crashing a wedding that I most likely was not invited to, and then stealing all the food. I couldn't care less about you either!" She snatched the tray up. "I don't know why, but I feel compelled to save you from yourself!" She paused, and to his surprise, she shoved one more appetizer in his mouth. "I hope you choke on that," she said sweetly. Then she gave him a forced smile and turned away from him, probably to hand the tray back to a waiter.

Once she was gone, he growled and shook his head, unable to stop staring at her until she disappeared into the farmhouse.

Then John growled and shook his head. That woman was a plague!

Since he had a goal of keeping a low profile while he was here, he could only hope that he didn't cross paths with that woman again.