I’d love to make this story short, but it’s one that goes all the way back to 2010. To do that, I have to take you back to when I was 14, almost 15. At the time, I was part of a quinceañera for a girl I didn’t really know. One day, my sister and I showed up at her house for our first practice, and I ended up paired with a boy. I was feeling anxious and a little uncomfortable because I’d never met this guy before. His name? Kevin Soria. Little did I know, this guy would become my best friend throughout my first couple of years in high school. At the time, we only saw each other at practice, and when the quinceañera rehearsals wrapped up, we were both sad. It meant we wouldn’t be seeing each other as often. We exchanged numbers and started texting here and there, and that’s when our friendship really started to blossom. A couple of months later, my mom enrolled me in catechism classes at St. John Evangelist. When I walked into class, I was shocked to see Kevin sitting there. I couldn’t believe it—we were in the same class! That meant I’d get to see my best friend regularly again. Over time, Kevin and I grew even closer, and then something unexpected happened—Kevin started catching feelings. It became routine to drop him off at his house after class, since we didn’t want him walking home alone. By then, he was so close to my family from how often we’d see him. One day, after dropping him off, he ran inside to grab his guitar. I could see how nervous he was, but he asked if I wanted to hear him play. And then, in front of my sisters and mom, he serenaded me with Yellow by Coldplay. Now, remember, I was 14 or 15, and I wasn’t even allowed to date! I was in sheer panic, but there he was, serenading me. We started going to school dances together, like Winter Formal and Sadie’s, as friends—nothing more. But eventually, Kevin decided he didn’t just want to be friends. I wasn’t allowed to date at that age, and I really only saw him as a friend, so our friendship ended shortly after that. Kevin ended up with a broken heart, and we didn’t speak again after that. Life went on. We finished high school, went our separate ways, and lived our lives. But then, ten years later, my mom came home one day telling me a story about a coworker named Sergio, who just so happens to be Kevin’s best man! My heart sank. It had been years since I’d heard his name. My mom and Sergio would occasionally talk, and one day she told me Kevin was going to message me on Facebook. Sure enough, a message popped up: “Angieeeee.” I’ll never forget that day—it was the day the Dodgers won the World Series, October 27, 2020. From that moment on, I got my best friend back. In November, after a couple of weeks of back-and-forth messages, we finally met up. When I saw him again after years of not talking, it felt like no time had passed. He was the same goofy guy who used to make me laugh all the time—except this time, we were 24 turning 25 instead of 14 and 15. I remember telling my mom, “I’m not going to date him. He’s just my friend.” Well, that didn’t last long because, in no time, he had swept me off my feet. A few months later, he took me to Disneyland and asked me to be his girlfriend on May 16, 2021. Now, I know you’re probably wondering, “Okay, but how did he propose?” Well, he completely surprised me. On September 3, 2023, I thought I was going to a girls' winery date with family, but it turned into my dream proposal! And now, here we are, planning our wedding for May 16, 2025. After all these years of knowing each other, we can’t wait to celebrate this new chapter of our lives with all of you! Xoxo, Angelica & Kevin