We're getting married!

So it started like a very normal, very modern love story: we met on Hinge, exchanged a few messages, and decided to go on a first date. Vivianne sent Laurence very detailed instructions on what to tell the security gate when picking her up… only to realize he already lived in the same gated community and had driven straight in. No warning. No extra getting-ready time. Just instant panic and a great first impression. Our plan was a food night market in Berkeley, which felt like a bold choice for a first date with a 45-minute drive. Thankfully, there was zero awkwardness. We stayed about an hour, then casually decided to grab snacks in San Francisco. That turned into mini golf. Which turned into a rooftop bar. One spontaneous idea led to another, and what was supposed to be a quick first date somehow became a 13-hour one. Between accidentally discovering we were neighbors and unintentionally committing to an all-day date, it became pretty clear early on that this might be something special.