Elle wore pink for their courthouse wedding; of course, she did, what other color would Elle Woods ever be seen in on such an important occasion?

"How do I look?" Elle asked, as if she wasn't dominating the entire courtroom's attention; Vivian smiled, taking it in: the dress was large and elaborate -- sixteen layers of tulle, beading on the bodice that had taken Paulette at least sixteen weekends to help finish, and a train that somehow was exactly the right size to not get caught in the courthouse elevator -- she was pretty sure, somehow, Elle had measured it somehow in between their immigration hearings and the poverty law center she was tirelessly building next to the clerk's office.

"Look very classy on you," she said, and, even if it wasn't traditional, she kissed the bride.