Dani Dyer is married! TV personality stuns in an off-the-shoulder gown as she ties-the-knot with Jarrod Bowen during intimate ceremony
Dani Dyer and Jarrod Bowen married during an intimate ceremony surrounded by their closest friends and family on Saturday.
The TV personality, 28, stunned in an elegant off-the-shoulder gown to tie-the-knot with the West Ham captain, also 28.
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Days before the ceremony, Dani opened up about the touching role her dad Danny would play in her wedding to Jarrod.
Her father, beloved EastEnders star Danny Dyer, 47, will walk her down the aisle - a moment Dani says will be 'filled with emotion'.
Speaking on their joint podcast, Live and Let Dyers, Dani revealed she was keeping her wedding dress a surprise from her dad until the big day to honour a special tradition.
'Have you not seen that first look when the dad sees their daughter in their dress and that? Oh, it's lovely,' she shared. 'Yeah, your dad's not meant to see it – it's a moment for the dad as well!'
Dani has had a whirlwind few months, filled with two lavish hen parties and all the excitement of getting ready for her big day.
Speaking to Heat magazine earlier this week, Dani said: 'I have finally done my table plans now. Until you are in there writing names out, making sure you have tables of 10, it's the most stressful experience ever - that's the only thing I've not enjoyed.'
Dani also revealed she will take on a double-barrell surname after the wedding, becoming Dyer-Bowen.
She said: 'I am going to keep the Dyer - I am going to do Dani Dyer-Bowen just because of my work. I feel like if I am Dani Bowen, it takes that thing away from me. We are double-barrelling it.'
The wedding will undoubtedly be an emotional day for Dani's father Danny Dyer, with the reality star saying he and West Ham star Jarrod are very close.
'We've joked so many times that Jarrod is marrying the wrong Dani Dyer!' she said.
The mother-of-three added she has really enjoyed the build up to the big day, which included a recent hen night in Ibiza with her pals.
Sparing no expense with her lavish nuptials, the bride-to-be shared a glimpse of her wild celebrations on Instagram, which included a boozy brunch, a boat trip and a raucous night in the lavish nightclub Ushuaia.
A source told The Sun that Dani really splashed the cash during her hen celebrations, including a VIP night at Ushuaia that cost at least £8,000.
The insider said: 'Dani might have flown on a commercial flight but they splashed the cash when they landed.
'She spent Friday night at Ushuaia where they were on a VIP table with a minimum spend of £8,000. The next day they hired a boat to go around the coast before spending the rest of the time chilling at the Hard Rock hotel.
'Dani also had a boozy brunch at Beso Beach where her mates put on Jarrod masks and sang ABBA songs with her.
'They spent their last night at super club Hï Ibiza where they had a VIP booth. There were some sore heads when they touched down at City airport.'
Meanwhile, Jarrod jetted off to Las Vegas for his stag do as he prepared to marry the Love Island star.
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