Placing the last curl in my hair, I glided on some pink lip gloss. ‘You look gorgeous,’ my partner Mark, 27, grinned.
‘Thanks,’ I beamed, heading for the door.
It was my 28th birthday and we were going to the pub to celebrate with friends. My son, Franklin, eight, was at his dad’s and I was excited to let my hair down.
As we entered the pub garden, we made our way through the crowd.
There, I spotted my cousin Ashleigh, then 27, waving me over. ‘Happy birthday!’
