It all began, as so many epic romances do, with a party, a single open seat, and a plate of Brussels sprouts. The date was February 2022. The place: Delaware. The occasion: Elishia’s birthday. The vibe: a little chaotic, very Black, and delightfully queer. Cordelia had arrived early — not to be helpful or prompt, but to emotionally prepare for the social gymnastics of mingling with extroverts. Tanesha, meanwhile, was on the fence about coming at all. It was the one-year anniversary of her mother Bonnie’s passing, and celebrating felt... complicated. But somewhere between Willingboro and the Delaware state line, Bonnie whispered, “Put on that lipstick, honey, and don’t embarrass me by staying home.” So Tanesha showed up. Beat face. Big energy. When she entered, there was exactly one seat left. Next to Cordelia. Upon sitting down, Nova — Elishia’s partner and resident instigator gave Tanesha an almost imperceptible nod of encouragement from across the room. Destiny (and a plate of crispy Brussels sprouts) did the rest. What followed was a masterclass in non-verbal flirtation. Tanesha was magnetic. Cordelia was captivating. By the time they were fighting over the last sprout, it was obvious to everyone — especially Nova — that something was brewing. Tanesha made the first move at the party. Cordelia made the smarter one: she asked for Tanesha’s number. Two weeks later, they were officially dating. Three years later, Cordelia proposed. Sort of. Let us explain. In June 2025, after Cordelia treated herself and Tanesha with a delightful couple's massage appointment, they stepped out of the salon revitalized. Their chakras were aligned. Their muscles were loose. And then, Tanesha saw it — a suspicious object tucked into the driver’s side door handle of her car. Visions of Dateline NBC flashed before her eyes. She did what any reasonable woman would do: she called Cordelia in a panic. Cordelia played innocent: “Oh no, what’s in the door? You should probably open it.” Inside was a ring box. Cue confusion. Cue tears. Cue the realization that Cordelia had pulled off a stealth proposal in broad daylight. No crowd, no flash mobs. Just love, low-key panic, and a parking lot. And Tanesha said yes. (After double-checking, there were no zip ties in the trunk.) Now, they’re planning a wedding — one that will involve good food, great people, and probably a lot of crying from both brides and their pets. Speaking of pets: it’s a full house situation. Tanesha arrived with two inheritance dogs from her late parents — Coco and Chanel (yes, like the brand) — and two cats she personally curated: Prince and Pepper. Cordelia came with two dogs of her own, Delicious and Teddy. Together, they form what Tanesha lovingly refers to as “The Black, Lesbian Brady Bunch.” Their home is filled with laughter, fur, and at least one emergency vet visit a year. Tanesha is the creative, spreadsheet-obsessed, deeply goofy force behind the household budget and DIY wedding vision. Cordelia is the protective, food-motivated partner who will go to war for the perfect chicken wing. Together, they make one hell of a team. And it all started with Brussels sprouts.