My boyfriend, Harry, quivered next to me in the helicopter.
"God, I hate heights," he groaned as the blades whirred.
It was my birthday, and we'd booked a chopper ride near Uluru.
Considering Harry's fear of heights, I was touched that he'd organised such a gift.
I stared out the window, transfixed by the rich colours below.
Suddenly, Harry tapped my shoulder. I waved him away, thinking he was just scared. But he persisted.
When I turned around, he was down on one knee!
His headset wasn't working, so I couldn't hear him over the engine.
"Will you marry me?" he mouthed.
"Yes!" I cried, thrilled.
The pilot turned around, worried that Harry had been sick from motion sickness. But he was delighted to see we'd just gotten engaged.
I'd been hoping for this moment ever since we'd met three years earlier at the Toowoomba Hockey Club.
My friend and I had gone for after-work drinks and her partner introduced me to Harry.
I was captivated by his blue eyes and kind smile. By the end of the night, he'd asked for my phone number.
The next day, we went on our first date to the local KFC. It wasn't fancy, but we both loved fried chicken, so it was perfect.
Once we were engaged, we planned to elope to Japan for an intimate wedding. But one day, Harry saw a post on Facebook. Win a KFC wedding! it read.
He tagged me in it. What do ya reckon? he wrote cheekily in the comments.
Thinking back to our first date, I couldn't resist becoming a 'fried bride'.
I entered by recording a rap song about us to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song.
"Now this is a story all about how my life got twist, turned upside down," I wrote. "I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, and tell you how I became engaged to a guy called H Cann."
It was silly, but I didn't take myself too seriously. What did I have to lose?
A few months later, I'd forgotten all about it when I got a call from KFC, declaring that we'd won! I was over the moon.
Harry couldn't believe it when I told him, but was soon buzzing with excitement.
"Let's surprise everyone on the day!" he suggested.
In secret, I worked with the KFC team to plan my dream wedding.
Harry and I wanted it to be sustainable, using only re-used or recycled materials.
We decided to host it on a family property, telling friends we were having a barbecue.
When the day rolled around six months later, our guests were shocked to see an aisle and chairs, a KFC food truck and personalised recyclable buckets filled with chicken.
Harry and I hid behind a curtain as my brother took to the stage, announcing we were, in fact, getting married.
"It's also the first official KFC-themed wedding worldwide, in case you were wondering what all the chicken was about!" he laughed.
Cheers erupted as Harry and I emerged, grinning from ear to ear. After saying our vows and exchanging rings, we kissed, finally as man and wife.
We spent the rest of the night celebrating, enjoying the food and dancing to a musician dressed as Colonel Sanders.
Our wedding may not be everyone's cup of tea, but to us it was finger-lickin' good.