it's only after the final bouquet has been placed that eunji bothers with such a task as stepping back to admire the work she's put in, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and her body propped up against ben's chest as she tips her head. “ — it's not too much, is it ? ” it comes out hesitant, wedding jitters for a ceremony that isn't even her own steadily creeping into her bloodstream — and it's silly, she knows, to be so nervous over a ( second ) welcome party of all things, but as she stares at the scene laid out before her, the florals an overflowing boarder to the enlarged photos that sophie had so graciously printed and pasted to the brick of the wall, she can't help but fear that her too - much gene may have kicked into gear once more. ( miles and nat will love it either way, of that she's sure, but still — the first wedding of the group is a big enough deal to unnerve her either way. ) arms crossing over her chest, she drops her head back against the pillow of ben's clavicle, eyes flickering away from the stage and towards his face. “ who even decided i was qualified for this, anyway ? how do we know that my career hasn't just been some sort of fluke this whole time ? ”
