Waldorf Astoria Seychelles review: it’s the perfect couples’ hotel – I should know, I got engaged there
As I walked in, I spotted a giant hollow rock on the beach filled with ice and a bottle of champagne. Yogi handed me a flower crown and a white bouquet, both of which she’d handmade herself, yet still, the bridal nod was lost on me. Surprised and a little confused by what I thought was an incredibly sweet but unnecessarily extravangant send-off by the hotel staff — there were two deck chairs, a blanket with pillows and two champagne flutes placed next to a tray of canapes, and our names were written between hearts in the sand — I turned to my boyfriend, expecting an equally puzzled look on his face. Instead, he was down on one knee holding a dark blue box with a shiny, princess cut trilogy ring inside. The sky was pink and purple, and the crashing sounds of the waves had eased in time for...
