The story depends on who you ask. Some say he found her wallet deserted on a Lincoln Tavern high top, after which she still didn’t notice him. Some say he finally caught her interest with a funny comment at a Super Bowl party (a Patriots win, of course). But all agree that their fate was determined after a night at Boston’s finest, The Grand. The rest is history—they adopted their darling cat daughter, Lyla, departed Southie for their next chapter in Back Bay, and sealed the deal on a rainy walk down Commonwealth Ave. They’re so excited to ring in their next era as husband and wife with family and friends who have been there through it all.