Addy slung her arm around Tinsel, pulling the other woman in close as they walked, and then reaching out to pull in Merry too. “About time!” she agreed. “It was perfect. Look at them. Ridiculous in the best way,” she said, as Henry and Iestyn walked together, heads bowed close so they could whisper to each other. Probably sweet nothings, undoubtedly. “Our brothers.” She tsked her tongue, but meant it fondly.
As the crowd started to mill about, Rhiannon headed over to hand Evie to her fathers so she could cuddle her nephew and his new husband. Armaan was standing with Avery - clad in his ridiculous getup - and Lyra, but the second his eyes fell on Will, he was reaching desperately for Avery’s sleeve, tugging on it a few times. “Oh no oh no I have to talk to you oh no!” he hissed at his friend.