Garry and I met just after Finn and I opened the bar. He was only just starting out as a trader at one of the banks in Canary Wharf, working his way up through the ranks and had come in for a drink after work. We just clicked, and a year later he asked me to marry him. I was only twenty-two, and he was twenty-five, but we felt like our love was forever. It took a while to get the money saved for our wedding as I had put everything I had into the bar; I didn’t want anything big, but Garry was already getting sucked into the banking lifestyle and wanted a great big flashy do, something he assured me he could cover with his upcoming bonus. So I gave in despite my reservations as all I wanted to do was make my fiancé happy.
It was at a dress fitting, a few months before the wedding, when I di
