Sitting in the grass, 10 year old Jane Rizzoli was fighting with her little brother Frankie, which they didn't do often.
"Janie! I don't wanna go talk to her!"

"Frankie, you told me last week you thought she was cute! Go over the and talk to her."

"NO! I don't want to. And anyways, she looks like the type of person who wouldn't like a person like me."

"Jeez Frankie, you're such a baby!" Jane got up and started walking over to the girl.

"Hi, I'm Jane. That's my little brother Frankie over there. He thinks you're cute, but is too scared to come over here and talk to you."

"Your brother thinks I'm cute? That boy over there? Well, I guess he does have a cute movement of the outer orbicularis oculi pars lateralis"

"A what?"

"Oh sorry, he has a cute smile."

"Oh, well, he really likes you."

Sitting in the front pew of the church, 35 year old Jane Rizzoli was smiling widely as her little brother Frankie married the one he thought was cute so many years ago, the one he thought would never like him. To think it was all because of her.

"Do you Frank Rizzoli, Jr. take Maura Isles to be your wife?"
"I do."

"And do you, Maura Isles take Frank Rizzoli, Jr. to be your husband?"
"I do."