 Standing in the waiting room of A Little White Chapel, a wedding venue famous for hosting weddings of couples like Lily Allen and David Harbour and Ross and Rachel, we couldn't contain our nervous giggling. Just six months previously, Jonny had been down on one knee on a beach in West Wales. Less than a month later, we'd booked this $150 wedding ceremony in Vegas – with Elvis as our officiant. Seven years earlier, we'd met in London, as interns at the same company. On the night of our Christmas party, we discovered our shared sense of humour, a (great) taste in music and a spark that would only get harder to ignore. But we stayed friends. I was still in a relationship with my university boyfriend, and Jonny dated other people too. But eventually, breakups and several (some drunk, some sober) confessions of long-harboured feelings followed, and after four years of friendship we had an accidental first date. We met up for dinner as mates but by the end of the night, we were together and couldn't believe that anything else had ever made sense. I told my friend Sanya that I thought I might marry him. It felt like we were making up for lost time. We immediately operated with a, 'why not?' mentality. Why not cook arancini for dinner tonight? Why not cycle to Windsor just to watch the football? Why not book a flight to Milan for New Year on New Year's Eve? After nearly three years of dating, Jonny proposed. Then, we had to plan the wedding. We booked the wedding like we'd booked a gig at the Troubadour (Picture: Brittany Lo Photo) A church ceremony felt too formal, but we knew there'd have to be some sort of legal document signing scenario. We wanted to make the admin part of getting married as fun as possible, though – and what better way to do that than by sneaking off to Vegas? So we booked our flights. We called my parents to tell them what we'd decided, and then we told a few othe){kind=link}
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Standing in the waiting room of A Little White Chapel, a wedding venue famous for hosting weddings of couples like Lily Allen and David Harbour and Ross and Rachel, we couldn’t contain our nervous giggling.
Just six months previously, Jonny had been down on one knee on a beach in West Wales. Less than a month later, we’d booked this $150 wedding ceremony in Vegas – with Elvis as our officiant.
Seven years earlier, we’d met in London, as interns at the same company. On the night of our Christmas party, we discovered our shared sense of humour, a (great) taste in music and a spark that would only get harder to ignore.
But we stayed friends. I was still in a relationship with my university boyfriend, and Jonny dated other people too. But eventually, breakups and several (some drunk, some sober) confessions of long-harboured feelings followed, and after four years of friendship we had an accidental first date.