but less than two years later, we're as married as the law allows. A bit more passionately than decorum allows. When it's finished, we pause, look into each other's eyes, everything changes and we kiss on the ballroom floor. So there we were, elegantly dressed in suits and ties (among tuxedos and ball gowns), in a historic ballroom from out of an old French castle. Mine fizzled out six months before the ball, and his boyfriend, although very attractive, turned out to be kind of unstable. We were both in the friend-zone because we had been in relationships when we'd met. We had been friends for about a year, and the idea of being more had never crossed my mind.
'The first time I kissed my husband-to-be was at a ball, after a tango.
