Our story began in 2019, our first year at the University of Utah. We both joined Greek life: Luke, a Beta, and I, an Alpha Phi. Despite having many mutual friends, our paths had yet to cross. Still, I heard tales of a cute hotshot named Luke Lillywhite from my sorority sisters. This was until November 1st, when Beta hosted a formal in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. As fate would have it, my date had come down with a case of the “bottle flu” (to which I had no intention of sticking around for). This began my solo mission to continue to have a fun weekend. After stumbling upon a room full of fellow Alpha Phis — there, alongside them, was Mr. Lillywhite. I hung out for some time, and before I left, Luke asked for my Snapchat. Everyone was having a blast! I was killing it on the dance floor, feeling loose and working up a sweat, eventually bumping into Luke again. Together we devised a genius plan to sneak into the hotel pool after hours. Unfortunately, our plan was a bust and we retreated to our separate groups and carried on with the rest of the weekend. After formal, we went our separate ways — finals were approaching and stress levels were on the rise. At the end of the semester, Beta put on a party to celebrate before everyone went home for the holidays. A fellow Alpha Phi had her eyes on Luke and convinced me to tag along. To her disappointment, it was clear upon arrival Luke was extremely interested in talking to me. I laughed this off, thinking we had only met briefly. I got home that night and told my suitemate the story and we giggled. A few days later at a dinner with friends, my phone buzzed. I received my very first Snapchat from Luke. It was a video of him fresh out of wisdom-tooth surgery, mouth full of gauze and laughing gas very much in effect. He was telling his dad about his crush (me) and how cute he thought she was. Of course, I saved the video and had to show my friends and family when I was home for Christmas break. They wanted to know all about him, but at this point I did not know very much myself. When the spring semester rolled around, his Snapchat icon began to pop up more and more. He invited me to the Beta “Welcome Back” party. But, when I showed up, he barely said hi before disappearing into the night. I chalked this up to some form of karma from December and assumed he found a new crush. The following weekend, however, he invited me to another event. This time we actually talked, though I was still not convinced. Then, the third party invite came — this time with a twist. We were zip-tied together until we finished a bottle of champagne (commonly referred to as “champagne and shackles”). With no running away and the bubbles of champagne, our connection had become very apparent. From there, everything changed. We went on our first date to the movies and saw an awful Will Ferrell comedy. After two months of Luke’s persistence, he took me to the Oasis Café and asked me to be his girlfriend with flowers. The rest was history.