Alex and I technically met as two plus-ones at a holiday party hosted by Mob Scene—but as it turns out, fate had already clocked in early. I was standing at the bar when I struck up a conversation with Max. We chatted for a while about my daughter, Sophia, and his wife, and somewhere between drinks he let me in on a secret: they were expecting a baby, but hadn’t told anyone yet. Before long, Max decided there was someone I had to meet—his friend Alex. From the moment Alex and I started talking, everything felt easy. Comfortable. Natural. We talked for hours, laughed nonstop, and completely lost track of time—so much so that the bar eventually closed and kicked us out. As we were leaving, Alex asked for my phone number. It may have been the tequila, but I accidentally gave him the wrong one. The next day, Alex texted… and got no response. He tried once more, then finally called—only to discover the number was disconnected. Still, he didn’t give up. He found me on Instagram and sent a message, not knowing that I had temporarily deactivated my account to focus on work. A full year later, I logged back into Instagram, saw his message, and this time—timing was finally on our side. We started talking, went on our first date not long after, and the rest is history. Turns out, all it took was one holiday party, one wrong phone number, and a whole lot of persistence to lead us right where we were meant to be. 💍✨