It was a fateful Friday night in Stellenbosch. The setting: a dark, dingy, and mildly lawless establishment known as Tin Roof. Amid flashing lights and questionable music, Marc locked eyes with Sarah across the dance floor and knew that this was his moment. Summoning every ounce of courage (and rhythm), Marc downed his beer and danced his way over to Sarah to confidently introduce himself. Hours passed in deep conversation and laughter. By the end of the night, Marc still had the dance moves… but had tragically forgotten Sarah’s name. Refusing to let such a minor inconvenience stand in the way of true love, Marc embarked on a heroic social media mission. After some elite level stalking, he successfully followed Sarah on every platform known to mankind. Miraculously, Sarah was flattered by the dedication and chose not to involve SAPS. Fast forward nine years, countless memories, highs, lows, and the survival of Marc’s dance moves, they’re finally ready to make it official. At long last, they’re tying the knot. Honestly… it’s about bloody time.