Kerry McLean: I was glowing on my wedding day ... my spray tan had been left on far too long
I never thought I'd feel sorry for someone about to become a princess, but Meghan Markle has had a rough old time of it recently hasn't she? From her brother writing an open letter to her hubby-to-be, telling him to stay clear of his 'jaded and conceited' sibling, to a sister attempting to sell her 'Princess Pushy' biography, and that's before we even get to the will he, won't he drama that's gone on all week of whether her father will walk her down the aisle.
Every girl dreams of holding on to her daddy's arm on her big day, as she floats down the aisle towards her own Prince Charming and whether you have five pence or five million in the bank, it's heartbreaking to have that part of your dream disintegrate, whatever the reason.
Family can be the best thing in your life but throw in a few challenging characters and it can certainly create a complication or two, especially when it comes to big events.
I have a lovely friend called Cara who's possibly the nicest woman I know but also the unluckiest, clumsiest person alive. I've watched her walk into lamp-posts and knock herself out, trip over her own feet and end up a sprawling mess in the middle of a road and on one spectacular occasion, slip and fall head first into a river while trying to flirt with a man she'd had a crush on for years.
She and her family live in London and a couple of years ago I was invited over to go to her mum's wedding. She and her other half were getting married in a beautiful old house and just before the ceremony, Cara went off to powder her nose. Fifteen minutes later she still hadn't reappeared, so we set off in search of her, only to discover she'd managed to lock herself in the loo. Which wouldn't have been too bad except for the fact that she'd tried to escape under the gap in the cubicle door and had got stuck.
By the time we'd stopped laughing and had the strength to free her from her predicament, she was a bit of a mess.
Her hair had fallen down on one side, her dress was ripped and stained and it looked for all the world like she'd been dragged through a particularly bogging bush repeatedly.
So infamous is she for her clumsy ways that her mum just smiled as we crept past her and into the hall, never once commenting on the state her offspring was in.
For my own wedding I decided to get a spray tan, something I'd never done before. I thought it might be nice to have a wee bit of colour, you know, a healthy bridal glow.
Now I don't know if it was the glow in the dark whiteness of my skin or the over exuberance of the lady who spray painted me, but I ended up bright orange.
I was certainly glowing on my wedding day, but unfortunately it was in a radioactive kind of way.
My bridesmaid, my big sister Seanagh, had a similar mishap. She'd attempted to slap on her own tan the night before, left it on too long, distracted by a film she was watching and so, when the big day came, we looked like a couple of well-coiffed oompah loompahs walking down the aisle.
Every bride and groom has their own nuptial day horror story to share.
The difference is that for most of us, in time, those embarrassing memories fade and we might even be able to laugh about what went wrong.
I'm not sure how easy that is to do when every flaw, every minute mishap is captured on camera and displayed for all the world to see.
The one thing that I hope Meghan, Harry and all other engaged couples bear in mind is that there's no point in getting stressed about things going wrong and circumstances that are out of your control.
Just enjoy the time together, make memories that you'll hold close to your heart and concentrate on walking off that night, hand in hand, facing your new future together.