Charlotte's Version of Events: Charlotte was a happy go lucky carefree young 20 something year old resident doctor- on her way to be a very successful attending. The only thing missing in her life was an appropriate hairstyle. Determined to find the best option for her, she took to google and found a salon only 5 minutes from her home - Pura Vida. The pictures were great, and the owner was a ravishingly handsome man by the name of James DeFrange. "Perfect," she thought as she dialed the number to make an appointment. She was broke, however, and figured that James was far out of her price range so she booked an appointment with one of his employees. Two years later, a neighbor recommended she go to James directly to tame Charlotte's unseen white hairs. Charlotte saved up and treated herself to be made over by the one and only (surely) gay James DeFrange. Oops. Halfway through oversharing her entirely too detailed love life, Charlotte realized that James was NOT in fact gay. Not only that, but he seemed oddly into her? Surely, this was all just a sales technique though. And surely when this overly handsome macho man asked her out it was just a pity invite? And when he told her he couldn't believe his luck to take her out, it was just a patronizing comment? Well several years and an engagement later Charlotte is still determined to figure out James' true motives and is hoping a wedding will help uncover them. James' Version of Events: I always had one strict rule: Don't date clients. I was happy in my safe, predictable bachelor life in Dallas. Then Charlotte McLean sat in my chair. She was brilliant, hilarious, and drove her Subaru like a rally car driver. I was in trouble. I eventually panicked and broke my rule. I invented a fake "canceled date night" with a fictional anti-masker just to have an excuse to invite her to a high school musical without making it weird. Plus, my nephew and his girlfriend were going, and I knew I would look so snatched bringing someone as cool as Charlotte! She said yes, and I eventually confessed to my trickery. Charlotte was so out of my league I almost ruined it, but thankfully, she has a sense of humor. What followed was a whirlwind that included a terrifying ride in her track car, a brief breakup involving a confusingly large $600 cactus I tried to gift her, and the realization that my "safe" life was actually just boring without her. When she finished residency and landed a job in Seattle, I knew we had something special and had to see it through, no matter what. We shared a "tuna can" apartment above the salon for six months with five animals while her place sold. Then, we packed up our little zoo family (Frankie, the cats, and our beloved Rigby—Seven stayed in Dallas because she is the salon manager and needed to work), squeezed into Char’s new Subaru, and drove across the country to start a new chapter. On the day we got the keys to our new home, amidst the chaos of moving boxes, I proposed in our empty living room. I’m still splitting time between my business in Dallas and our life in Seattle, but every mile is worth it to be with her. If there’s a man out there luckier than me, I haven’t met him. And just like my Aunt Toni, I know no strangers.