Elena has Clayton on her arm, looking grumpy but still there. In part she'd lured him out with the dress she had on, knowing that he would sit at home and grumble even more with her out there dressed like that than he would at the wedding. She's promised him a conversation too, about their future and children.

The ceremony was beautiful, and she's happy for them. They're surrounded by people, so she hangs back, sipping at a drink and waiting for a time to say hello.