7 years ago my husband proposed to me. I remember the proposal, on Valentine's Day after a chicken curry. He didn't propose with a ring but a necklace and my engagement ring was a ring he had previously bought for my birthday.
We both knew we didn't want a long engagement, we also knew that we wanted a small wedding ceremony with our family, followed by a larger evening reception for our friends and extended family. Finding a venue however proved to be rather tricky.
We both knew what we wanted in our wedding venue, but after viewing a plethora of venues not one of them felt right. The venues we viewed just didn't have that "je ne said quoi". One night we had gone out for dinner at a beautiful hotel Wentbridge House, the staff were polite, friendly and welcoming. Wentbridge House is set on beautiful grounds, which gave off a warm feel and the food was simply outstanding! As we dined upon our evening meal, we both looked at each other sharing the same thought, 'I wonder if they do weddings?' The question seemed to be answered by fate as upon leaving the hotel we stumbled upon a wedding party who had got married there that day. Fate it seemed had picked our venue for us.
The following week we were back at Wentbridge House being shown around for a wedding. The staff were still as polite and welcoming as they had been before, they even remembered what we had previously eaten and asked how we had enjoyed our dinner. The hotel had that feeling, that special something and on the 29th February (yes a leap year) we booked our wedding.
Nine months later we got married and to this day return to the hotel every year for dinner to celebrate. We didn't choose the venue, the venue had chosen us. The stress of finding the perfect venue had been taken away by letting fate decide.
Written by Leyla Brook
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