Eleven years ago today I woke up alone.
I seem to remember I skipped breakfast with my family who were sitting around our dining table, chattering away as only families can. My bridesmaid, Caroline, stole my Dad’s toast as we ran out of the door. She made me eat it in the car on the short drive to beautiful Leez Priory.
For the next few hours I was coiffured and polished, primped and preened. There was laughter and happiness, I felt bathed in the light of love.
I stood at a leaded window, watching the guest arrive and walk across the lawn to the tower, their heels digging into the soft ground. I caught a glimpse of my fiance and ducked as he turned around. I felt silly. I giggled.