Our Story
How We
Met
It was a late September afternoon at a vineyard outside the city. Sophia was there with her sketchbook, stealing light before it faded. Oliver had wandered off from a friend's wine tour, drawn inexplicably toward the same row of golden vines.
They talked until the sun disappeared. He asked if he could see her sketch. She laughed and said only if he stayed for dinner. He stayed. Two years and one proposal on that very same vineyard later, they're asking you to witness what began in golden light.