My boyfriend Tim, then 23, took my hand as we walked up the driveway.
‘Relax, we’ll have fun,’ he grinned.
Nodding, I felt the anticipation crackling around me.
It was August 2021 and, after graduating from uni, I’d moved 150 miles away from home to be with Tim.
A big move for me, an outdoorsy, sporty and music-loving girl whose friends were her world.
Now here I was at my first posh pool party, thrown by Tim’s wealthy mates.
They were all older than me, with established, successful careers.
Desperate to fit in, I’d picked out a classy white bikini with blue butterflies.
