I suppose it *was* a celebration of being in love

Last week, I went to the wedding of a relative in an astronomical line of work. During the reception, each table had a card displaying the name of a constellation. Each card was different.

I was told where to sit. When I sat down, which constellation was on that table's card, positioned directly in front of me?

Lyra.

Some might call it frequency illusion. I call it cosmically apropos.

(As far as I'm concerned, the constellation resembles a pony as much as it resembles a lyre.)
(Sadly, they did not serve bonbons at the reception. Once I saw that card, I was really hoping they would.)