Swishing around in a gorgeous silk wedding gown, I looked in the mirror and smiled. It was 2005, and as I took in the flowing skirt and beautiful bodice, I knew it was perfect. ‘This is the one,’ I said to my brides-maidsto-be as they nodded approvingly.
My fiance Andy Herron, then 30, and I were getting married at a vineyard in South Africa the following year. I pictured us exchanging vows with the sun setting over the mountains, promising to love each other ‘until death do us part’. I couldn’t wait for our future together.
I’d met Andy three years earlier, in August 2002, at a mutual friend’s wedding in Dunstable, where we’d both grown up. Andy was such a loveable character and attracted attention for all the right reasons. Kind, funny and always up for a good time, when he flashed me a cheeky smile and his eyes locked with mine, I was smitten. ‘Fancy a drink?’ he said, pouring me a glass of champagne. We spent the night laughing and dancing, so it didn’t come as much of a surprise to any of our friends when we became a couple.
We quickly moved in together, found a flat in Crouch End, north London, and started planning our lives together. We went on holidays, talked about marriage and children, and our families became intertwined. ‘You’re like a son to us,’ my mum Rita and dad Ken said to Andy whenever we visited.
After Andy proposed in May 2004, we dreamt of getting married at a South African winery, and booked it for 17 November 2006. ‘It’s going to be stunning,’ Andy said. My bridesmaids, Tracey, Jo, and my sister Sara, helped me pick out my wedding dress and choose the flowers. Everything was going brilliantly.
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