Our serendipitous encounter unfolded like a scene from a quirky indie film. It all began when my fiancé, a bespectacled enthusiast of the peculiar, offered me a ride home from work one drizzly night. As I hopped into his vintage jeep, he uttered his signature line, "It smells like girl," and with that, our idiosyncratic journey began. Those rides home soon transformed into shared adventures, as we embarked on a spontaneous road trip to South Carolina, our relationship blossoming amidst the backdrop of diners, motels, and roadside oddities. And just as the credits rolled on our South Carolina escapade, our love story truly began, on the winding road home, where life imitated a charming kind of quirkiness.

On a picturesque autumn day straight out of a film, my fiancé orchestrated the most whimsically romantic proposal. We began our adventure with cider sipping, hayrides, and hand-picking pumpkins at our favorite fall spot, Westview Creamery. As the sun bathed the landscape in a golden hue, we later embarked on a journey to the top of Sugar Loaf Mountain, a place enveloped in the rich tapestry of autumn foliage. There, amidst the vibrant colors of the season, he asked for my hand in marriage.