Made In Chelsea's Frankie Gaff gets engaged as her boyfriend Jamie Dickerson pops the question on sun-soaked family holiday
Frankie Gaff has announced that she has got engaged to her boyfriend Jamie Dickerson.
The Made In Chelsea star, 30, took to Instagram on Saturday to share her happy news with her friends and followers.
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