We got married last May.
There was 5 of us - bride, groom, my two DSes and DS1’s (now ex) girlfriend.
We live in Yorkshire, but went down to London. Stayed at the Four Seasons. I had someone come to do my hair and makeup while DH went and got ready in DS2’s room.
DH and DS2 went in one taxi, while DS1 and his girlfriend escorted me in another.
I’d ordered a tiny bouquet of white peonies and four buttonholes. DH went to pick them up from the florist round the corner from the registry office.
We all met up on the steps of Marylebone Town Hall, then went in and got married!
The DSes walked me in, one on each side, and we said personalised vows. The music was a playlist on my phone, and DS1 did a reading - a Shakespeare sonnet, Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds. DS2 was in charge of the rings.
Afterwards, we jumped in a taxi. We had a table booked at The Ivy, but we were an hour early and all starving, so we went into Brewdog up the street and had a pint and some chips, in all our wedding finery!
Then dinner and champagne at The Ivy (paid for by my dear late dad as a wedding present) then back to the hotel for cocktails!
On the way upstairs, DS2 pointed out DH and I hadn’t had a first dance with DH, so I had one with him instead, in the lift!
It was a perfect day. Perfect.