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The invitation looked innocuous enough. The envelope was a simple cream, Commander and Detective Williams-McGarrett written on the front in flowing gold script. It was the inside that was over the top.

It had curlicues and filigree and flowing script and everything but pink roses, for which Danny was eternally grateful. The script read:

Mr. and Mrs. Edward Williams

Request the Honor of Your Presence

At a Reception Honoring

The Marriage of

Their Son

Daniel Williams

To

Steven McGarrett

Danny's mom had included a hand-written note: Of course you're coming. Just wanted you to see it. Thought you might like a copy for your scrapbook.

"We don't even have a scrapbook," Steve said when he saw the note. Danny blushed and ducked his head. "Do we?" he asked suspiciously.

"Grace does," Danny mumbled.

"And?" Steve prompted.

"I may, when I was helping her, have decided it looked like fun, and I may have decided to make one of my own. Just a small one," he said hastily.

"And just what's in the scrapbook?" Steve asked.

Danny looked embarrassed. "Our invitation, clips from our leis, flowers from the bouquets and the flower girl's basket, a copy of our marriage certificate, one of our favors, and some pictures."

"How many pictures?" The official photographer had been busy all afternoon and had sent the selection of "the very best"—about a hundred of them. Then there were the pictures Chin, Kono, Lou, Mary, Danny's parents, and all their friends had taken and sent to them. Steve thought they must have a thousand pictures.

"Only a few." Steve continued to look at him, silently asking him to go on. "Less than a hundred."

"Mm-hmm." Steve turned back to the matter at hand. "I can't believe she sent us an invitation to our own reception."

"Yeah. She sent me a guest list, too," Danny said.

"How many people did she invite?"

"About 300."

"Three hundred?" Steve was horrified. "I don't think I know 300 people. We had less than 50 at our wedding."

Danny sighed. "I think she invited everyone I ever met. I'm not kidding—she has my first grade teacher, my pediatrician, and my orthodontist on the list, plus her garden club, her bridge club, and her book club."

Steve was seriously regretting agreeing to letting Clara plan a reception for them. "Tell me again why we agreed to this?"

"So she wouldn't plan ours," Danny said.

Oh, yeah. Good reason. "Are you sure we can't get out of it?" Steve asked.

Danny gestured at the invitation. "It's a little late now. She's got the venue booked and everything."

"Just tell me it's not going to be pink."

"No," Danny assured him. "She agreed to green and gold, just like we had."

That was something at least. "Next time I get married remind me not to agree to anything like this."

"Babe," Danny said firmly, "there better not be a next time."