We met at KELLS, an Irish Pub in San Francisco after a night out with friends. As soon as we locked eyes, we knew it was going to be the start of something beautiful. We danced the night away, talked for hours, and the rest is history.

After debating where to propose, Michael settled on the rooftop of their beloved West Village apartment (there were plans to do it on the Hudson river, but the anxiety of losing the ring was simply too much to bear). While Marisol was getting ready, Michael let in the photographer who then pretended to be a resident on the rooftop. After a romantic speech he proceeded to propose, all the while getting everything documented, which you can see on the website/invitation.