If there is one night I could live over it would be August 30th of last year. This was the day my sister got married to the man of her dreams. The wedding was gorgeous, everything was neatly placed, the flowers were all fresh and everyone was dressed in their best clothes. The wedding was a big deal to my sister, as it would be to anyone, so she asked me to specifically bring a date. There was going to be a dance at the reception and she wanted her and all of her bridesmaids to be on the dance floor with their partners to partake in the event. So me not knowing anyone to bring, called the London escort agency so I could have a date for the wedding reception. He came sharply dressed and looked like a million bucks. All of us out on the dance floor looked perfect together, as if we were all plucked straight out of a fairy tale.