We met the modern way—Bumble. Danni, a Delco girl living in Lancaster with her cat Hermione, swiped right on Rocco, a Montco guy with a Delco dad, a Lancaster mom, and a dog named Mills. Our first date was at Lombardo’s in Lancaster, and it was one of those nights that just clicked. Rocco was immediately into Danni’s tight white dress. Danni was amused when Rocco called her “dude” mid-conversation. Somehow, it worked. We talked about everything—our pasts, our pets, and of course, the Eagles. Dinner turned into drinks at Marion Court, where Danni, in heels, dropped into a pistol squat (yes, really) and asked Rocco for a kiss. He didn’t hesitate. The next morning, Danni woke up looking like she’d been hit by a truck—turns out it was pneumonia (and maybe the cocktails). Still, Rocco asked to see her again before Thanksgiving. They met up three days later. Danni gave Rocco her germs. He gave her a second date. By Thanksgiving, Danni was telling her family about this new guy Rocco, and her family was convinced his dad was in the mob. (He’s not. Probably.) That Saturday, Rocco had just moved into a new apartment with zero furniture. Danni slept on a twin blow-up mattress. Rocco took the floor. The next morning, he asked her to be his girlfriend. Since then, we’ve been inseparable—best friends, partners in crime, and now, getting married.