A Saturday night out in Patchogue became the start of everything. At James Joyce, Kylie ran into an old high school friend who had moved to Queens after graduation — where he met Will. Years later, one simple introduction brought everyone together in the same place at the same time, like an invisible string had been tying us together all along. Both friend groups headed over to That Meetball Place, where we ended up sitting at the bar talking for hours. What was supposed to be a quick hello turned into the kind of night you never forget. We went on our first date the very next day, and the rest is history.

While on spring break in Fort Lauderdale, we took a walk along the beach searching for seashells when Will asked Kylie to be his girlfriend. Only later did we realize it was St. Patrick’s Day. Since then, we’ve happily claimed the holiday as our own — feeling lucky in love and keeping four-leaf clovers as our little symbol along the way.

After nearly three weeks and six countries traveling through Europe, we finally made our way to Greece. We spent the evening wandering through town, stopping for photos and slowly making our way to dinner as the sky changed colors. In true Kylie fashion (or LST — Lixfield Standard Time), she almost missed her own proposal by insisting on staying out just a little longer. We arrived at our dinner reservation just in time, where Will had quietly planned everything. From an entire continent away, he had spent months organizing every detail over the phone, and it’s safe to say he absolutely nailed it. He was so nervous he could barely get the words out, but he got down on one knee, asked Kylie to marry him, and she said yes. The easiest yes, the most perfect night, and the start of forever together.