"No, but you'll be expected to be on your best behaviour," Felicity said, "And that means no fighting if they gawk at you. And you'll want to keep a close eye on your bridle." She'd given him the invitation so he wouldn't be Gil's plus one. Not everyone was ready for how stuffy and snobby elves could be and if Gil brought a non-human as a date (and a boy no less), it would turn into a nightmare. Gil's sex tape still had a number of old families unsettled and there would be a general iciness beneath pleasantries toward him.
She would have to talk to Galad about it though. See what Gil was going to do now that Van was there. An elven wedding as staunchly traditional. A lot of ritual involved. A lot of old customs at their height. She figured Gil might be wise to talk to Van about this. The two were an item now, and that meant they should talk about it. Felicity didn't want to be bridezilla but she wanted to proteect her friends. In the elven world, she wasn't in a position of power to do that. A fact she detested.
"It went well," Felicity said, "I won again, not the big prize but still notable enough that I'm getting even more of an ego about it than I had at Sundance. I still don't expect Oscar or BAFTA buzz but it's enough. Cannes is Cannes. Beautiful and definitely more of a 'thing' than the others. Yours is soon, isn't it? Are you hoping to win? Expecting to win? A little of both?"