The Engagement

It's almost five years later, we are in our flat, living inside a happy bubble of watching too much TV, and eating constant chinese takeaways. It's my sister's wedding soon and instead of losing weight to get into my bridesmaid dress, I've attacked every chinese takeaway in EK and ate all their food. And Dominos... can't get enough of Dominos. I've subsequently piled on the weight and I'm feeling quite terrible about myself.

As I proudly watch my sister walk down the aisle, I see everyone looking at my sister, and she really is a beautiful bride, her dress is wonderful, her hair is pulled up in a messy bun and she has a tiara on which is lovely. I wish it was me.

That evening, Ross is acting funny at the reception, he won't dance with me, and although he doesn't smoke he spends most of the night outside smoking with my dad. Weirdo. It later transpires that he was chatting to my dad about the fact that he was coming round to the idea of getting married to me.

On 20th December 2011, Ross got down on one knee and asked me to marry him and, as the happiest woman in the world, I said yes.

About half an hour later I was googling venues.