"Jeez, O'Hara... Your wedding's attracted more riff raff than that Ed Hardy convention last July."
There are eye rolls - mostly affectionate, somewhat exasperated - but Juliette has been on edge all day, just waiting for something terrible to happen. (This is a big day for her and for Shawn. Of course something terrible would happen. Why should their luck change just because she's in a beautiful dress and Shawn is behavng himself for once?) She can't have Lassiter getting any ideas about whatever "riff raff" he may have spotted among the guests.
"Be nice, Carlton." And because she can guess at least one person who Lassiter would deem "riff raff", she adds, "And you do remember that Ewan wasn't actually guilty of the crime we arrested him for that time, don't you?"
Juliette knows she guessed right when Lassiter grumbles into his drink in lieu of a response - something about "trust" - and Juliette can't help but smile, despite her worries.
"Anyways, it's not your ambiguously noble brother I'm worried about," Carlton goes on. "It's his not so secret admirer over there."
Juliette looks in the direction that Carlton is pointing. Sure enough, there's a man in a tux with dark, shoulder-length hair standing next to Shawn and across the stage from where her brother is talking to a relative of theirs. His gaze is intent... Juliette wouldn't have noticed if Lassiter hadn't pointed him out, but now that she has, it's obvious that the man is tracking Ewan's movements.
She sighs.
"He's been giving your brother looks like he wants to murder him all through the reception," Lassiter is saying. "And he looks like he could do it, too. You see how he's holding that glass of champagne?"
"Carlton, that's Shawn's cousin, Eliot," Juliette says. And then could kick herself for thinking that this would help.
Lassiter shakes his head like she's just said they've laced the reception banquet with cyanide.
"A blood relation of Spencer with that muscle tone? My god... We'll be lucky if this all ends in murder."
Juliette sighs again. But she has to admit, Carlton may be right.
There are eye rolls - mostly affectionate, somewhat exasperated - but Juliette has been on edge all day, just waiting for something terrible to happen. (This is a big day for her and for Shawn. Of course something terrible would happen. Why should their luck change just because she's in a beautiful dress and Shawn is behavng himself for once?) She can't have Lassiter getting any ideas about whatever "riff raff" he may have spotted among the guests.
"Be nice, Carlton." And because she can guess at least one person who Lassiter would deem "riff raff", she adds, "And you do remember that Ewan wasn't actually guilty of the crime we arrested him for that time, don't you?"
Juliette knows she guessed right when Lassiter grumbles into his drink in lieu of a response - something about "trust" - and Juliette can't help but smile, despite her worries.
"Anyways, it's not your ambiguously noble brother I'm worried about," Carlton goes on. "It's his not so secret admirer over there."
Juliette looks in the direction that Carlton is pointing. Sure enough, there's a man in a tux with dark, shoulder-length hair standing next to Shawn and across the stage from where her brother is talking to a relative of theirs. His gaze is intent... Juliette wouldn't have noticed if Lassiter hadn't pointed him out, but now that she has, it's obvious that the man is tracking Ewan's movements.
She sighs.
"He's been giving your brother looks like he wants to murder him all through the reception," Lassiter is saying. "And he looks like he could do it, too. You see how he's holding that glass of champagne?"
"Carlton, that's Shawn's cousin, Eliot," Juliette says. And then could kick herself for thinking that this would help.
Lassiter shakes his head like she's just said they've laced the reception banquet with cyanide.
"A blood relation of Spencer with that muscle tone? My god... We'll be lucky if this all ends in murder."
Juliette sighs again. But she has to admit, Carlton may be right.
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