When I announced I was getting married, my mother burst into tears and my friends whipped out their trainers. Not because they planned to run away but they wanted to be comfortable when it came to what they thought was the most important part of the wedding: shopping.
So off I traipsed with an entourage of 10 to try on wedding dresses. It’s the stuff of most women’s dreams. For me it was a nightmare. There were puffy meringues that made me look like I belonged on the top of a cake, slinky sheaths that highlighted every extra kilo, and expensive haute couture gowns that I couldn’t even squeeze a leg into.
Worst of all was the colour. I’m blonde with porcelain skin and freckles, which doesn’t look good with white. When I gazed in the mirror I looked invisible – my skin was the same colour as the dress. It was depressing. I was going to drift down the aisle as the blandest bride. And then I stepped into a shop and saw my perfect dress – in white or bright red. I didn’t hesitate; I snapped up the coloured version. My guests and groom gasped when they sawme onmy wedding day, but I loved being a scarlet woman. Check out our sizzling bridal shoot on page 50. Happy Valentine’s Day!