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Amelie 
Nathan raised his shot of firewhiskey, which had been sitting giving him the eye for a while now, in a toast. “Chin chin.” He grinned at Warren. “To the happy couple.” And downed his drink. He didn’t specify to which couple he was referring to.
He grinned at Egypt and raised his eyebrows. “Would you really let me?” he chuckled lightly. Egypt, bless her, she was far too giving sometimes. As much as a 70s themed wedding appealed to the young man, he didn’t want their special day to be taken as a joke. Purple had got enough snide coments from the Ministry staff – what would they say if the dress code was flares and tye dye? Besides, with only a month to go, it was no good changing things at this stage. And he was keen on the idea of wearing a kilt.
And then she actually agreed to it! He almost choked on the wine he'd gone back to. “It’s ok, love. I’m just pulling your leg.” He replied giving her another squeeze for good measure. He could just imagine Egypt’s mother’s face and this made him laugh harder.
“We promise to have no classical music or purple at our reception.” He said to the others ...despite his internal purple dance floor fixation. “It’ll be a right good old knees up at ours, right love?” he said to Egypt with a wink.
She looked at him. Didn't he know that she would eat red hot coals for him if he asked her to. She got up and went and sat in his lap hooking her arms around his neck. She grabbed his tie and slowly inched him closer and closer to her, all the while locking eyes with him.
"Nathan," She whispered when their noses were touching.
"I would walk into hell and slap the devil across the face if it got you to that alter." She closed the gap between the mouths in a instant. She couldn't get enough of her man.
She tried to not let the relief show on her face when he said he was just playing.
Oh thank Merlin, she would have died if he was serious. She would have went along with it anyways.
"Our reception will be a nice party." She planned on doing a lot of booty shaking too. Ghanaian wedding receptions were boisterous and jovial and there were always lots of dancing
"You lot better bring you dancing shoes."
She saw all the other couples out on the dance floor.
"Would Lord Greenwood care for a dance?" She asked.