‘I grew up dreaming of owning a holiday home with billowing, diaphanous curtains draping around the windows,’ says Ben de Lisi, standing in his whitewashed sitting room surrounded by colourful Grillo Demo artworks, mid-century furniture and Picasso-esque ceramics from the 1950s. ‘For me, Villa Ella, named after our first frenchie dog, is that place.’
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.