Logan and I met in the most glamorous place possible: the back of a fine dining steakhouse, Arthur’s Prime Steakhouse. I was the hostess, armed with a smile and a reservation book, and Logan was a server (handsome in his tuxedo) but also just a guy with a green shirt stocking the ice machine one night, looking adorable with those curly locks. We didn’t really talk at first. But the real magic happened later. One evening, we were both tasked with setting up a private dinner in the wine cellar. A cozy, candlelit room reserved for fancy parties. While we were arranging the glasses, Logan glanced over, gave me this little smile, and said, “You look beautiful tonight.” And just like that, it was like someone switched on a light. From that moment on, he would somehow appear at the host stand, casually asking how my night was, despite the manager constantly telling him, “Logan, stay away from the hostess station!”... But he couldn't resist! And now, we’re setting the table for our biggest celebration yet, our wedding!