It was Danielle’s junior year of college and Anthony was living in Dinwiddie, being all mysterious (or so she assumed). We both swiped right—fate! sparks! magic!—and then... nothing. Why? Because Danielle forgot to respond. Classic. 👀 Fast forward three months later, Danielle was scrolling through her messages (probably while procrastinating on an assignment) and realized, “Wait… did I ghost this poor guy?” 😬 Feeling a mix of guilt and curiosity (and maybe just a little bored), she sent a message apologizing for the 90-day silence. Anthony—being the chill and forgiving guy he is—responded like nothing happened. We FaceTimed, hit it off, and finally planned a first date. Danielle, cautious and not yet convinced Anthony wasn’t a con artist, refused to drive all the way to Dinwiddie. So we met halfway in the very romantic town of Farmville at none other than Macado’s. Nothing says “true love” like sandwiches, fries, and a mutual agreement that neither of us was a serial killer. The date was amazing, and we’ve been laughing together ever since. 💕 Now here we are—getting MARRIED!