Over the course of the next two hours, we all drink a lot of champagne. Plenty of people come up to the table to talk to an enthusiastic Joel and take selfies. A small number have a similar interest in chatting with Finn, but I guess over the years he's perfected the art of blending in a little, regardless of his substantial height.
"We should actually go dance," Joel declares after we finish a third bottle of champagne. I am feeling it now, and I can see that Christa's eyes look a little spaced out.
"Definitely," Finn says to my great surprise. He stands up and holds out his hand to me; an offer I'll never refuse. I take it, my head feeling delightfully light as the four of us descend the stairs down to the packed dancefloor. Joel and Christa immediately get into it; this kind of music
