It doesn't matter.
My ex took me in when I'd been put on medication (for depression due to being severely abused) that meant I didn't know what year it was & became extremely passive.
When I didn't know the answers to any of the questions like what day is it today, when do you want to get married etc... they left the room for a bit, came back & just approved it all anyway based on what he said.
I told them I didn't want to be here & it was nothing to do with me.
Apparently that is consent in the UK.
I actually thought that saying that would mean they would refuse it but apparently that didn't work.
I didn't actually know I was supposed to be getting married the day I did.
I was taken there in my normal everyday clothes because I didn't know where I was being taken.
I actually begged him not to make me marry him standing right outside the doors of the registry office, but he shoved me in the door anyway.
I told the registrar people to get a move on as I didn't want to be there or near any of the people in the room which was about as much energy to refuse as I could manage on the drugs they'd put me on which were way too strong for me & they still went ahead despite the fact I didn't even know any of the people in the room apart from my ex.
They actually stripped down the thing & just did the absolute legal minimum without any of the nice words.
I didn't know what to do at that point so I just went along with it because nobody was listening to me.
The interview is supposed to protect you from that sort of thing, but they don't give a toss.
My supposed 'new husband' & his family then pissed off to a different city to celebrate him getting married & I didn't see him until the next day or maybe the day after.
The registry office people watched me leave on foot after they'd all gone & left me there alone.
I will never believe they didn't notice.
I was left to make my own way home & didn't really know what to do so I bought a pair of jeans on the way to the taxi rank.
On the plus side, the taxi driver who drove me home gave me a free ride as she reckoned it had to be the worst wedding she'd ever heard of.
I haven't remembered it wrong by the way, I got in a LOT of trouble for trying to get out of it & not being grateful to have been married over the next couple of years.
Just in case you are wondering, he was white, born in the UK, had a full British passport & citizenship & til the day I die I'll never understand why he did it.