<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Curlz MT;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br/><br/>Coming back into the lounge via the kitchen corridor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92955.msg4078283#msg4078283), I tapped Avery on the shoulder. "Hey kiddo, you okay?" I shouted over the music. "Look, we thought you'd enjoy a party. It's not every day a girl gets married, after all. And from what I've heard about marriage this could be your last chance to blow off some steam".<br/><br/>I shrugged. "Didn't mean to upset you... Look, have some cake. It's chocolate, your favourite. Just one slice. Maybe a bit of sugar will get you in the mood. If it doesn't, well, I'll get Cath to run you home... Okay?"<br/><br/>