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 bridesmaids-to-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,