My heart was racing. And it wasn’t even our Big Day – it was our second! A party for everyone who couldn’t be with us when Alan and I had tied the knot a few weeks earlier in Cyprus.
'You look beautiful,’ Alan, 61, smiled, kissing me.
'Thanks, I just hope I remember all the moves,’ I said, hugging him tight.
Alan grinned.
'When you’re dancing with me,’ he winked, 'you don’t need to remember anything at all…’
It was May last year.
Three years before, while we were in Greece for a friend’s wedding, Alan had proposed.
'This is the happiest moment of my life!’ I’d cried, as he’d slipped the solitaire engagement ring on my finger.
'You’re telling me!’ he’d laughed.
Now, after three long years of scrimping…
