"Wait." He holds his hand up and opens the door, but then he picks her up in his arms and carries her in, straight over to the bed where he sets her down gently, her tiara still gleaming, her face glowing with an utter radiance from deep inside.

"Call me old-fashioned, but there are some things that simply must be done the traditional way." With a grin he sits next to her, stroking her back. "Here we are, love. Here we are."

We did it.