TWO O'CLOCK Sunday morning. A nameless venue in the heart of St. Andrew. Patrons sway their bodies and 'bubble' as a polyglot dancehall rhythm pounds from huge speakers. A cameraman squeezes through the thickening crowd...
SO YOU thought, The Runaway Bride was out of her mind. But think again - you could find yourself standing at the altar not knowing what to do , having doubts or downright knowing this is not for you...
