Chapter One
Our Story
"In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours."
We met one rainy autumn evening in St. John's — Erica was reading in the corner of a small café on Water Street, and Evan spilled half a flat white trying to get her attention. She laughed. He apologized. The rest, as they say, has been the best kind of chapter.
Six years, three apartments, and one very stubborn rescue dog later, Evan proposed at sunrise on Signal Hill with a ring in one pocket and a thermos of tea in the other. Erica said yes before he'd even finished the sentence.
Now, we're gathering the people we love most among the tulips and trellises of O'Brien's Farm to make it official.