Heather has a moment of pre-wedding panic while Coby and Rebecca help them set up for the party in the backyard.
"It's going to be fine," Ulises assures her, 'No one will care that the tables don't match the chairs. Now let's go get dressed before guests start showing up."
Heather finally opted for a less than formal wedding. Ulises is just glad he doesn't have to wear a jacket on this hot early summer day. "You look beautiful," he tells her, "Your dress is perfect for you."
"So, what are those things in your hair?" Coby asks Rebecca.
"I think they're your sister's revenge for my interfering with her relationship."
Coby laughs, "Well, serves you right. Look at her, I haven't seen her this happy since...well, ever."
"Yeah," Rebecca says, not liking to admit when she's wrong, "I guess so. I don't suppose you have a joint on you..."
"In my car," Coby says, "But, dude, this place is crawling with cops. I'm not busting it out here."
Heather has no family in L.A. besides Coby, and what friends she had all melted away when she stopped dealing, so the few guests they have are Ulises' friends and relatives. His grandparents passed on years ago, and his aunt and uncle live out in Palm Desert, leaving only his cousin Pablo, also a cop, and his wife Jennifer, available to attend his wedding.
Ulises' partner Kendl Johnson also comes, with her boyfriend Cesar.
When the guests have all arrived, the couple take their vows. The promise to love and cherish just doesn't seem like enough to Ulises, when he wants to give her so much more.
The couple exchange rings, and are officially married.
"Do you think you'll ever do that?" Coby asks Rebecca, "Get married, I mean."
"I can't stay in one place long enough to settle down," she answers.
While the guests eat cake and mingle, Heather and Ulises share a dance.
"You were right," she sighs, leaning against him, "Everything was perfect."
"Let's say our goodbyes and go upstairs," he suggests.
When the guests are gone, Coby gets Laurel a bottle and prepares her for bed.
"I was thinking I could go back with you to your place," Rebecca says, "Give the happy couple some room."
"Sure," Coby agrees, "Let's go. I can't wait to get this noose thing off my neck."
"Are you going to be in town much longer?" Coby asks when they get back to his apartment, "Now that the wedding's over..."
"I don't know," Rebecca says, "I've been in San Francisco for a few years, I think it might be time for a change. Do you think I could crash with you for awhile, until I decide if I'm staying here or moving on?"
"Live with me?" Coby asks, his voice tight and his smile forced.
"Not like that," Rebecca says with a soothing caress, "I'm not moving in. I just need a few days to figure out what I want to do. You can still go out with other girls, I'm not laying any claim on you."
"All right," Coby agrees, despite the very bad feeling he has about this arrangement.