"It's all coming together," Annie murmured, reaching a hand up to hold onto Diego's shirtfront so she could keep him where he was for a moment. "Nervous yet?"

She, still, was not. She was nervous about plenty of other things -- her mother and other relatives meeting the Hargreeves, potentially spilling on a very expensive white outfit, the uncertain-but-probable-double-digits number of dicks and dick-shaped things she'd see at her bachelorette party, et cetera -- but marrying Diego? She'd never been so sure about anything.