Some people meet at a coffee shop or through mutual friends. We met surrounded by cobwebs, creepy clowns, and the sweet sound of chainsaws revving in the distance. Yep, our love story began at a haunted house—where I worked as a makeup artist specializing in wounds and extreme SFX stylings. It all started at a “meet the artists” meeting before the haunting season began. He walked in late, strolled right over to me, and hit me with a compliment on my earrings—going as far as to brush my ear in the process. Bold move, right? Naturally, I handled the situation with all the grace of a newborn deer. I galloped—yes, literally—out of the room, asking, “Hey, do I sound like a horse?” And that, folks, was his first impression of me. A galloping, blushing weirdo. But instead of running for the hills, he stuck around. From day one, he got me. He never judged, only laughed with me (and, okay, maybe a little at me). He loved me exactly as I am—hoof-in-mouth moments and all. What started in a haunted house turned into something truly enchanting. We can’t wait to share this next (slightly less haunted) chapter with you all!