There were a few hiccups. Lina forgot the rings and had to borrow her own from Dylan temporarily.
Damien, still recovering but somehow shirtless halfway through the reception, tried to lead a conga line.
Estelle had to drag him away by the ear while Ely cackled while she throw flowers along the walkway.
Michael gave a toast that turned into a mild TED Talk about nanotechnology.
Sinclair was present, of course, trying to maintain his usual cool demeanor—until Sebastian licked his hand, and he crumbled like a soft cookie. Tears of joy streamed down his cheeks as he ugly-cried into the dog's fur, whispering, "She grew up so fast . . ."
Victor was also weeping, though his tears came from a very different place. Not joy. No. It was despair. Utter defeat. His dreams of dragging the wedding into postponement with mysterious "paperwork issues for Eve" had been crushed like a cheap wine glass under a stiletto heel. Classic Victor.
