I look in the mirror for the final time, my lips glossed up, body moisturised and soaked in perfume that smelled like warm sweet jasmine with a touch of brown sugar. My gown, black. A satin fabric that goes down my curves smoothly with a slit that cuts from the knee down. I smile softly while I think about the amount of champagne I am about to indulge in tonight. Just as I put on my shoes, I realise something very importa...