[Locked to Isabela and Hotch's friends, since they don't want an enormous ceremony.]
All right, you lot. I know there's been some dilly-dallying, but we've finally set a time for this ceremony. Aaron and I are going to be married in Monte Carlo, on the terrace of the grand palace, next Friday at dusk. The little reception party thing will be at [Upscale Pub, London] immediately following. Bring dates, but not mates - the alcohol won't last forever!