The first time we crossed paths, I was his bartender at one of his favorite spots, the bowling alley. He ordered his usual: a Jack and Coke. The moment I saw him, I thought to myself, “Damn… who is THAT?” To this day, he swears he barely remembers me from that night, but trust me, I remembered him. I knew right then and there I wanted him. Fast forward about a year later to March 2024, St. Patrick’s Day. I’m working a huge party at the bar when Marquez walks in with his guys. The second I saw him, I recognized that face immediately. I turned to my coworker and said, “Yeah… I’m finna get him.” From behind the bar, I’m making drinks, pretending to be focused, but absolutely staring at this man with zero shame. According to Marquez, his coworker even told him I was watching him the whole time. Guilty. I kept hoping he’d come back to the bar so I could finally say something. And then—like magic—he did. With that country accent of his, he asked, “You got a boyfriend?” I said nope. This man then pulls out a BUSINESS CARD and says, “This is my number. Call me.” Yes. A business card. I was too happy to even question it. As soon as I got off work that night, I called him, and we talked for hours. I left him hanging for a little while after that, but he didn’t give up—he wanted me, and he made that very clear. In May, we went on our first date, and that was it. I fell hard. As the months went by, he started telling everyone he was going to marry me. And seven months later, on December 20th, 2025, he made it official and popped the question. I’ve never been the girl who dreamed about a wedding, but I couldn’t imagine this moment—or this life—with anyone else. Thank you all for being here and celebrating with us.