Sam’s proposal was fourteen months in the making. “I planned it for so long, it’s kind of embarrassing,” Sam says. “I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted it to be special. And most of all, I wanted Angus to be surprised.”
“Oh, I was surprised all right!” Angus crows in his Scottish brogue. “I knew Sam was up to something, and I had an idea of what it was, but I never expected this!” The couple are overlooking the Mediterranean Sea amidst a crowd of people – their wedding guests. Friends and families of both men mill about, dressed to the absolute nines. The only person who didn’t expect to see them there? Angus.
Sam had opted for the double, nay, triple whammy. What was ostensibly a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Monaco – which Angus had been dreaming about since he was a teenager in love with the magical, tragical life of Grace Kelly – became not only the site for the surprise proposal, but also the surprise wedding.
“I knew something was up!” Angus repeats. “But when he proposed, I thought that was it! You should have seen my Sam. This was his best performance by far.” Sam had stumbled over the proposal, awkwardly going down on one knee during a beautiful lunch at Hôtel de Paris, and Angus, overjoyed, had fallen for the false clumsiness hook, line and sinker. “It was so sweet, and so like Sam to be nervous!” he says. “But when I accepted his proposal and was all prepared to cry about it for an hour or two, he just said, ‘Good. Because everyone’s waiting to see us get married.’ It took me that hour or two to realize he meant right now!”
After Angus got over his surprise, the couple retired to their room, where Sam had prepared for them to have tuxes and boutonnieres delivered. Sam escorted Angus to Villa la Vigie, where they exchanged vows in front of their guests, and have been dancing ever since.
“I’m over the moon,” Angus says. “This is the dreamiest dream wedding I could have ever imagined!” The stars in Sam’s eyes agree.