"Alternating confetti and lemon," she reminds him, lips still against his, even as she nudges him closer to the center of the floor.

Gently pulling away, she lifts a hand to summon their cake forward, gliding easily through the crowd. Instantly, a helpful nymph hands her the knife and Natalie waggles her eyebrows at Leo, holding her free hand out to him while she waits for the crowd to gather around them again.