The venue was crawling with people. It seemed like Mel had invited most of London to the event. The planner had done a great job, it was decorated exactly how she had wanted it. The white, silver and ice blue colour scheme was repeated throughout every room within the centre. As people passed under silver archways adorned with fairy lights, and walked across white carpets with sprinkled rose petals, I caught snippets of their conversations, all of them marvelling at the beauty of the decor, and discussing the joys that the 'happy couple' were soon going to be experiencing. By the time I entered the room that the ceremony would be held in, I could hardly draw breath. The floral arrangements glowed from the fairy lights that were set within them, and the silver chairs, set on either side of
