I married the groom... now I’m engaged to his best man
Looking at the faces of the 100 guests as I walked down the aisle, my heart was racing. Waiting for me down by the altar was my groom, Jem, then 23, and to the side of him, his best man, Steve, then 31.
‘Congratulations!’ Steve whispered as he passed Jem the diamond band.
It was 1990 and the three of us had been the best of friends since Jem and I first met in a pub four years earlier. We all spent so much time together, but not long after Jem and I got married, Steve met someone and moved away to Rochdale.
We kept in touch for a while, speaking
