From the top level of the yacht, Parker swung/jumped down, work clothes looking good, and took her place next to the guys, expression gleeful. "You look so great," she hissed to the guys, as she un-hooked herself from her gear.

White to a wedding, pfft. She was wearing who she was, a thief, and marrying her guys! Of course she'd want to be comfortable! ... also she would've been giggle-snorting if she'd been wearing one of those silly wedding dresses. This was a Serious Day, c'mon.

And it was all she could do not to hug Eliot, kiss Hardison, or the other way around, because look! Everyone, look at them!