"She's getting married to the wrong man." Skye sulked, slumping down on the chair.
"Give it a rest Skye " Lance sighed. "Since the proposal it's all you talk about. How she should be marrying another mystery guy. If Tripp makes Simmons happy then it's all good." Just then Bobbi walked in, wearing her bridesmaid dress.
"Bobbi! You know about marrying the wrong guy. Jemma is marrying the wrong man right?" Skye asked.
"You're obsessed." Bobbi chuckled.
"It's not funny. I just want Simmons to be happy."
"If that was true, you'd accept the fact Simmons, your best friend, is marrying Tripp."
"I just can't Bobbi!" Skye yelled.
"Why not? Why can't you accept it?" Tears welled up in Skye's eyes.
"Because. Because I'm in love with her." Skye muttered so no one heard about.
Simmons came down in her white wedding dress, matching perfectly with the faded light pink bridesmaids dresses. The best men wore black suits with a pink flower in the pocket.
"You look. Beautiful Jemma." Skye smiled.
"Thank you Skye. Skye are you okay?" Simmons asked.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. Today is about you and Tripp, not me." She sniffed. "Now we've got a wedding to get to." Skye hugged Simmons tight. "I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too Skye." Skye knew Simmons didn't mean it like she did but Bobbi was right. She needed to accept it.
Arm in arm Coulson walked Simmons down the aisle. Skye, May and Bobbi behind them. Tripp gleamed at his soon-to-be-wife. We took our places at the alter.
"You look stunning Jemma." Tripp whispered. The ceremony started.
"If anyone in this room has any reason why these two should not get married, speak now please." The minister said. Bobbi and Hunter glanced at Skye who remained silent. "This is always good." The minister said. Everyone laughed. "May I have the rings?" Skye and Fitz walked to him with the rings. "Thank you." Simmons stared at Skye as she was standing in front of her.
The minister passed a ring to Jemma and one to Tripp.
"Do you, Antoine Tripplet, take Jemma Simmons to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do." I said as he slipped the ring on her finger.
"Do you, Jemma Simmons, take Antoine Tripplet to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I," she started. "I don't." She craoked. Everyone gasped.
"Jemma?" Tripp asked.
"Tripp, I'm sorry. I can't marry you. Listen I love you and I always will, but as a friend, and I know you probably hate me right now, and I am sorry."
"Hey, I could never hate you. I-but I do need to know one thing, why?" Jemma swallowed hard.
"Because, I'm in love with Skye."
"She loves you too." Skye breathed.
