Standing in the wedding-dress shop, I twirled in my white gown.
‘What do you think?’ I asked my mum Maria, 57.
‘Beautiful! I can’t wait to see the shock on everyone’s faces,’ she giggled, as she sipped champagne.
It was May 2019 and, in four weeks, I was marrying my fiance Gareth, 41.
And though our guests had already sent RSVPs, they didn’t realise they were attending our wedding.
Instead, they thought they were coming to our son Freddy’s christening.
But we had something more up our sleeves…
And only my mum and Gareth’s best friend Gary, 41, knew about it.
Now, with only a few weeks to go, the excitement was building.
‘Oh my gosh,’ Dad cried, breaking into tears It might sound unconventional, but I’d never been one…