JENNIFER VAN-ISTON!

Running my hand across the top of a smooth, silver bonnet, I grinned.

As the sun bounced off it, it lit up the campervan with a heavenly glow.

‘She’s beautiful,’ I said to my best friend Yvonne.

‘Wait until you see the rest of her,’ she said.

As I stepped inside, I gasped.

If possible, it was even more stunning on the inside.

I had butterflies in my tummy as I looked around, taking in every carefully thought-out detail.

‘It’s perfect,’ I said.

‘It’s perfect,’ I said. ‘Well, spend the night in it first and see if you still think