OUR STORY
A LITTLE BIT ABOUT OUR STORY
HOW WE MET
A rainy morning in Florence
We reached for the last umbrella in the same doorway on the Via de’ Tornabuoni. Neither of us took it. We shared a coffee instead, and waited out a storm that neither of us wanted to end.
HOW WE MET
A rainy morning in Florence
We reached for the last umbrella in the same doorway on the Via de’ Tornabuoni. Neither of us took it. We shared a coffee instead, and waited out a storm that neither of us wanted to end.
OUR FIRST DATE
A table for two in a quiet lane
Alexander found a candlelit trattoria with four tables and no menu. Three courses became five, the owner brought out his own limoncello, and we were the last to leave.
OUR FIRST DATE
A table for two in a quiet lane
Alexander found a candlelit trattoria with four tables and no menu. Three courses became five, the owner brought out his own limoncello, and we were the last to leave.
THE PROPOSAL
One question at golden hour
On a walk through the hills above Villa Eterna, Alexander stopped to admire the view and forgot every word he had practiced. Olivia said yes before he could remember them.
THE PROPOSAL
One question at golden hour
On a walk through the hills above Villa Eterna, Alexander stopped to admire the view and forgot every word he had practiced. Olivia said yes before he could remember them.
OUR JOURNEY TOGETHER
Every road leads back here
Three cities, two dogs and countless Sunday breakfasts later, we are returning to the place that started it all, with the people we love most beside us.
OUR JOURNEY TOGETHER
Every road leads back here
Three cities, two dogs and countless Sunday breakfasts later, we are returning to the place that started it all, with the people we love most beside us.
