Half an hour later I’m lined up on the stage alongside the other girls, illuminated under the bright glare of the overhead stage lights. Each one of us is dressed up in our chosen wedding dresses, veils and jewellery, and the makeovers are honestly astonishing.
Svetlana was beautiful before, but now she looks like a supermodel. The hairdresser left her hair its same distinctive crimson red as before, but now her bright tresses are swirled into a classic, almost architectural chignon. She’s wearing a stunning avant-garde gown which only someone with her sensational figure and confidence could pull off - the sumptuous white satin hugs every curve of her body, with a plunging neckline flowing into a graceful shawl which reminds me of a lily unfurling its creamy petals. She is luxury personif
