Surrounded by red roses, my boyfriend Zach, then 27, got down on one knee.
‘Would you do me the honour of marrying me?’ he asked, pulling out a beautiful diamond ring.
‘Yes!‘ I cried, elated.
Since I was a little girl, I’d dreamed of my own fairytale wedding.
I’d first met Zach four years earlier when he became a client at the chiropractor’s practice where I was working.
Friends at first, I discovered Zach was a sweet, family-orientated guy. Our love soon blossomed.
