Relaxing, he loosens his overly tight embrace on me, and I let my free hand slide around his shoulders as he dances me around in a comical tango. He spins me under his arm before trying a risky lift, picking me up and tipping me so far back my boobs almost leave my dress. Definitely not serious in any way, pulling squeals of laughter from me as we bump into nearby couples, who glare our way as though we are troublesome, bothersome kids.

‘Alexi!’ I squeal in hysterics, holding onto ...