"We can beat him up after the ceremony, maybe? Instead of cutting the cake together, we punch your brother?"
She flushed slightly, giving him a smile as Clara circled her, clicking her tongue thoughtfully. “Hm. This is entirely illegal, you know. Francis shouldn’t be seeing this.”
“No,” she replied, pulling the train in slightly. “If she does decide on this one, then your marriage is doomed." Poppy had to laugh. "Don't worry, Clara. I'm going to walk down the aisle in my underwear anyway. This is just for fun."
"Well, I am," Poppy said seriously. "Which is why I bring my previous suggestion back; I'll wear only my underwear. We dodge the conflict entirely."
She frowned, coming over to him. "No! I'll just wear my underwear. You can stay. This is just for fun."