Our journey began in the second half of 2019 at Ludlow House in the Lower East Side, where fate and tequila decided to play matchmaker. Jonny, ever the smooth operator (or at least he thought so), bought Arden and her friends a round of Casamigos shots. Numbers were exchanged, Jonny went back to LA the next day, texts were sent for about a month, and then, well, like most modern attempts at romance, they mutually ghosted each other. It just wasn’t meant to be, at least not yet. Then came the COVID pandemic, which hit pause on everything, including our love story. Fast forward to the summer of 2021, when Jonny, always patriotic and just a little bit nosy, slid into Arden’s DMs with a “Happy Fourth of July” message. But alas, Arden was already spoken for and didn’t really bite. Not one to give up easily, Jonny bided his time until the end of the year, when Instagram confirmed she was most certainly single again. He slid back into her DMs with the finesse of a guy who knows he’s got one last shot—and this time, it worked. We finally had our first date in February 2022, and by May, we were officially a thing. Since then, we’ve been making memories (and gaining a lot of Delta miles) together in Japan, Mexico, Portugal, England, Spain, St Barth's, Switzerland, Austria, and Italy. By May 2024, Jonny was ready to seal the deal. He cooked up a sneaky plan with the Carlyle Hotel staff and Arden's two best friends Dana and Megan to convince Arden, a savvy travel advisor, that she had a work event—a site inspection at the very place where we’d had our third date. Meanwhile, Jonny was hiding in a suite, rehearsing his lines and trying to formulate something romantic. When Arden walked in, expecting a business meeting, she found Jonny down on one knee, ready to pop the question. Spoiler alert: He forgot his lines but she said yes anyway!