If you’d told teenage me that I’d meet my future husband at a pizza place, I would’ve laughed in your face. I hated pizza! But that’s where the story of Miles and me began. After plenty of nights of me “staying late to help,” he finally asked me out to a movie. Our second date ended in the Panera parking lot, where he asked me to be his girlfriend. Five years later, the pizza boy and the girl who hated pizza are getting married. We’re not big on sappy stuff, but we are excited to share the next step of our lives with y'all.