Dua Lipa cozies up to fiance Callum Turner at festival as she celebrates being granted Kosovo citizenship
The singer, 29, who was born in London to Kosovan-Albanian parents, was granted the citizenship from Kosovan President Vjosa Osmani on Friday.
To celebrate the honor, Dua enjoyed a big night out at the three-day Sunny Hill Festival, which she organizes with her father Dukagjin Lipa.
On Saturday, she shared a gallery of photographs of her dancing the night away on Instagram.
In one snap, Dua got cozy with her fiance Callum Turner as she sat on his lap while he wrapped his hand around her head.
Dua was joined by a group of friends as she let her hair down while dancing to DJ Fatboy Slim.
Alongside her post, she wrote: 'Got my citizenship the night before and then partied hard at @sunnyhillfestival the night after!!!! @officialfatboyslim !!!!! lovinggggg lifeeee.'
Speaking about her new citizenship, Dua said she 'feels like my two sides are now one', adding: 'It completes the duality I have always had within. I love this country and this means so much to me and my family.'
Hailing the singer as 'one of the most iconic cultural figures in our country's history', President Osmani said it was an 'honor' to grant Dua citizenship.
Images of the ceremony showed a beaming Dua posing with President Osmani.
Sharing the snaps on X, President Osmani said: 'Dua and Kosovo have always been inseparable. From the world's biggest stages to the hearts of millions, she's carried our story with strength, pride, and grace...
'Our gratitude is endless for everything Dua has done, and continues to do for Kosovo'.
Also in attendance was UK Ambassador to Kosovo, Jonathan Hargreaves.
Dua now holds citizenship for Britain, Albania and Kosovo.
She was granted Albanian citizenship in 2022 by President Bajram Begaj for her role in spreading Albania's fame internationally through music.
Dua is currently in Kosovo for the three-day annual Sunny Hill Festival, and she often speaks about her love for the country.
She even helped set up a charity that focuses on helping vulnerable communities in Kosovo.
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