We met when I was 18, Quentin was 21, we were at a party and we weren’t too sure about each other right off the bat, but 6 months later we started the beginning of our love story.

Quentin planned a weekend in La Jolla, he was acting very suspicious so I knew something was up. He walked me down to the beach and got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. Later he told me he had planned to do it the next night at a nice dinner but was too nervous to wait. It didn’t matter it was totally in Quentin fashion; simple and sweet.