Felicity closes the bridal room’s door behind her and smiles at Wally, but the usually cheerful soon-to-be husband of her daughter’s gulps and wipes away a bead of sweat from his eyebrow before power walking down the hall.
A second after he turns the corner to the bathroom, Oliver steps out from the room Wally was standing in front of with a self-satisfied grin that blooms into a full-blown smile when he spots her. “Hey.”
"What did you say to Wally?"
"Nothing," he shrugs.
"That must’ve been a pretty scary nothing because I just saw him and he looked like he’s about to wet his pants."
He chuckles and presses a kiss to her temple, murmuring into her ear, “You look beautiful.”
She looks down with a bashful smile. And then scowls lightly. “Nuh-uh, I know what you’re doing. Tell me.”
"You do, though." At her look he sighs. "Okay, so I might’ve threat—"
“Oliver,” she hisses in dismay.
“Warned him about what would happen if he hurts Em.”
"How," she demands, though she has a pretty good idea.
"In my… Arrow voice," he mumbles.
She slaps his shoulder.
"Mom?" Emilia pokes her head out and smiles when she sees them. "Hey daddy."
"Em, you look absolutely stunning."
She smiles graciously and ducks her head. “Thanks.” Emilia bites her lip and giggles slightly before turning to Felicity. “Mom, I need you.”
"Okay," Felicity says in a watery voice, it suddenly hitting her that she’s not her little girl anymore. "Be right there."
"Felicity," Oliver murmurs.
"I’m fine." She waves away his concern and squeezes the bridge of her nose. "Did you tell him about your arrow collection?"
He hesitates. “Yes.”
"Good." And with that, she pecks his lips lightly and heads into the room.