Nicky Asquith-Thorpe, 34, from Harrogate
Taking a last delicious mouthful of dessert, I sat back in my chair.
‘That was so good,’ I smiled contentedly.
It was November 2018, and my partner Jason, 51, and I had come out for dinner with our kids – my son Daniel, then 11, and daughter Amy, then 12, and Jason’s son Kyle, 17, and daughter Alisha, 21.
We’d been together for seven years, and our blended family all got on brilliantly.
We paid up and put our coats on, and as we headed out into the car park, I noticed snow was falling.
‘How beautiful,’ I said, looking up at the sky.
When I looked back, Jason was down on one knee.
My hands flew to my mouth.
‘Nicky, will you marry me?’…