Lifting the brunette wig over my blonde hair, the look started coming together. Complete with a yellow princess gown, sparkles covering my eyelids and pink, blushing cheeks, I knew I embodied the magic of a princess.
And I certainly felt like one, too.
Staring in the mirror, I was in awe at who was gazing back at me.
I was the spitting image of Belle, one of my favourite Disney princesses from the film Beauty and the Beast, who I’d looked up to since I was little.
I look just like her, I thought.
‘Who is this brunette in my house?’ my boyfriend Tom, 24, exclaimed.
Giggling at his shocked expression, I looked like a completely different person to my usual self, who usually wore jeans,