Rebecca sold her wedding story to That's Life magazine
Rebecca sold her wedding story to That's Life magazine
Rebecca found more reasons to shop at Morrisons when she bagged a hubby…
By Rebecca Wooller, 44, from Folkestone

There was a knot in my stomach as I knocked on my neighbour’s door. We hadn’t talked before but I needed his help – I was feeling unwell and didn’t have a phone to call the hospital.

Blake creaked the door ajar and peered his handsome face round, saw it was me and threw the door wide open.

‘Hi!’ He smiled, ‘How are you doing?’

‘Not so well,’ I muttered, looking at my feet. I suffer from epilepsy and had injured myself. But when I explained what was wrong, Blake grabbed his keys and drove me straight to the hospital.

I was taken aback at how caring he was, and how generous. From then on, we were inseparable.

Blake really looked after me. He was only supposed to be in Cambridge during the week for work but that soon changed.

‘I just want to spend all of my time with you,’ he told me, brushing my hair from my face.

I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I couldn’t believe this amazing man had lived just upstairs from me for months.

Because of my illness, Blake and I mostly stayed in.  As we chatted for hours on end we found out we had more and more in common.

But one day, Blake had an idea. ‘I want to take you out,’ he said.

I shifted in my seat. I felt bad that I couldn’t go very far because of my illness. I didn’t want to hold him back.

‘Don’t worry,’ Blake laughed, ‘we’re not going to the moon.’

We got in Blake’s car and he drove us round to the local Morrisons. I looked at him and smiled before getting out of the car. It was such a simple idea, and so lovely.

We went inside to the cafe and ordered chicken curry, then sat for hours chatting. I knew straight away that Blake was The One – and it was clear he felt the same.

Just two weeks into our relationship, we were in bed one morning when he started fumbling in the bedside cabinet.

‘You ok over there?’ I laughed.

But the chuckles stopped abruptly when he rolled over clasping a ring-size box. My eyes widened and started to fill with tears.

‘Rebecca, will you marry me?’ he asked excitedly, presenting me with a beautiful amethyst and diamond ring, set in platinum.

‘Yes! Of course!’ I cried out, throwing my arms around him.

Blake and I had talked about getting married, but I didn’t think he would ask me so soon. I was over the moon.

We got up and went out for a walk and I couldn’t keep the news to myself. ‘We’re getting married!’ I shouted at passers-by in the street.

Blake giggled and hugged me – we were like love-struck teenagers. We went to the local shopping centre and walked past Canadian Ice, the jewellers.

Blake stopped me in my tracks. ‘Let’s go in there,’ he said.

‘Don’t be silly, I’ve already got this beautiful ring,’ I said, pointing at the gem on my finger.

Blake smiled and pulled me inside.

An hour later, I came out of the shop with a huge Vera Wang diamond on my finger and a smile stretched across my face.

I was gobsmacked. What did I do to deserve this wonderful man?

Over the next few weeks we started to talk about the wedding itself. Blake is from Canada so we thought about doing it there, we even talked about eloping.

We had tons of ideas – but we couldn’t make a decision.

Then one day we were in the cafe at Morrisons and it was like a light switched on in my head.

‘Can you imagine having it here?’ I said, looking right into Blake’s eyes. ‘It’s fantastic and no one else has done it.’

Blake shook his head, smiling. ‘Don’t be silly,’ he said softly, but I could see a glimmer of excitement in his eye.

The next day, I went back to Morrisons to ask if we could have the wedding right there in the cafe. The manager looked at me like I was mad, but said he would email head office to get permission.

I was so eager but didn’t tell Blake straight away, I wanted it to be a surprise.

A few days later we were leaving a friend’s house, when I heard my phone ping.

I peeked at it in my handbag as we walked out the front door and it was exactly the news I wanted: Morrisons had said yes!

I turned around and stopped Blake. ‘I’ve got some news,’ I said, excitedly. ‘We can get married in Morrisons!’

Blake looked shocked and burst out laughing. ‘Yes!’ He said, ‘it’s so fitting.’

The next day we were introduced to Gemma, the assistant manager at Morrisons who would be helping us organise our big day.

We talked through decorations, flowers, the food and the cake – she was an absolute saint.

While Gemma organised most of the things in store, I looked for a wedding dress.

I trawled the internet and tried on dress after dress in the shops, but couldn’t find the perfect one.

Then one day I stumbled upon a beautiful handmade 1950s-style gown on a website. It was all the way over in New York and the measurements were quite close to mine.

I fell in love with it straight away, and ordered it without stopping to think. When it arrived a couple of weeks later, my hands trembled as I opened the box.

What if it was too small? What if the material wasn’t how I wanted it to be? It took me two days to finally work up the courage to try it on.

But I didn’t need to worry. It was the perfect fit. It was like the dress had been made just for me. I was so happy I danced around the room.

The big day, March 28 this year, came around so quickly.

I met Blake at the local registry office in the morning for a quick legal ceremony before the big Morrisons do.

I wanted to save showing him my beautiful dress for the main event so wore a cream suit there.

I quickly got changed and was whisked away in a black cab towards the superstore, my heart racing.

When I clambered out of the car in the Morrisons car park, helped by my daughters Naomi, 24 and 23-year-old Rosie, I was greeted by hundreds of cameras.

Friends, family, the local newspaper and even the BBC were there snapping pictures of me and my wedding. It was so overwhelming but I revelled in it.

I walked towards the front of the shop with my friend Joanne who was going to give me away and my two daughters.

As I got closer I could see the shoppers inside stopping to look at me, and members of staff dressed in their glad rags for the big event. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

‘Are you ready?’ said Joanne, taking my arm.

I nodded, still dazed at the number of people there, and let her lead me in.

Gemma had rolled out a red carpet down the Easter egg aisle and played Love is an Open Door from the Disney film Frozen.

I walked down the aisle with Joanne, my girls, and my grandson Charlie who was carrying the rings.

I was smiling from ear to ear. It was so special and different and everyone was having a lovely time.

When I finally saw Blake he was in the cafe, his back turned to me. As I got closer, he turned his head to look over his shoulder and beamed.

‘You look beautiful,’ he whispered in my ear, making me weak at the knees before we said our vows.

The packed cafe clapped and cheered as we were pronounced man and wife. I felt like a celebrity, it was amazing.

As Blake and I signed our documents in our wonderful bubble of happiness, the staff at Morrisons started serving up portions of chicken curry and chips for our guests.

It was the dinner we had fallen in love over, there was nothing else we could have picked.

We sat down to eat and I looked around at my wonderful friends and family, all looking like they were having a great day.

Everyone loved it, especially me and Blake.

It was the place our relationship has blossomed, and the perfect place to start our journey as man and wife.

As told to Helen O’Brien Google

Rebecca wanted to share her wedding with the world to make people smile, and it certainly cheered us up. If you’ve had an unusual or wacky wedding, have a look at our guide to selling a story to the press. You could get the Hello magazine treatment, and make some money too!