Janette on how she really felt.

I never let myself believe I could make it to the final two. All the way through, I refused to think ahead or imagine outcomes. I stayed present, took each rose ceremony as it came, and every time my name was called, I felt grateful, almost shocked. I’d pinch myself and think, I get one more week. One more adventure. One more chance to share this with these women and with Bear.

When we were down to five, I thought, ‘Is this actually happening?’ Down to three, ‘Oh my God, really?’ And then two, wow.

I’d walked into this experience with no expectations at all. And somehow, there I was, standing in the final two. The final morning, I felt, hopeful. I felt confident.

My dress, the most beautiful gown I’ve ever worn. Beautiful crystals catching and matching the African light, I felt like it was made for that destination; it made me feel like something out of a dream. My very own fairytale.

Getting ready overlooking the city felt surreal. How did I get here? How did this happen?

Pinch-me moment after pinch-me moment.

Then driving into the mountains, fierce wind whipping everywhere, my hair blowing, climbing the hill, the rocks in high heels and a gown.