“Los Angeles, the city of destiny, has conspired to bring Rachel and Rick together from the beginning. Having both found success in the photo industry, Rick often attended photoshoots at the very studio where Rachel worked for the better part of a decade. They remained strangers, though each noticed the other, passing repeatedly, catching glimpses, exchanging furtive glances, until in time fate played its hand, and their crossings became more frequent. Rachel saw Rick on a hike, again at a grocery store, once more shopping at the mall. She even went to his house for a birthday party – though still they had not officially met. Two years ago, everything changed.
At a photo gallery in Malibu, where a mutual friend was sharing his work, Rachel and Rick spoke, exchanged numbers, and felt the magical rush of something new and exciting and inevitable. Two days later, they went out for their first date – a dinner at AOC where they talked and laughed and ultimately closed the place down. A week after that, Rachel left for a two-week trip to Europe. They spoke every day while she was gone. Upon her return, the two continued to date, spending months getting to know each other, both realizing early on that this relationship was different. Their connection was profound, their chemistry was off the charts, and so with great confidence the two decided to spend lockdown together in Jackson Hole, doing the things they love, growing closer, and acknowledging the good fortune of finding one another. They explored mountains, skied and snowboarded, baked a lot of banana bread, and fell in love. Almost Two years later, on June 25th, with Rachel’s sister and brother-in-law and two nieces visiting their ranch in Wyoming, Rick took Rachel on a hike up a mountain where he proposed, with only their two golden retrievers Billie and Mason to share the moment. When they returned home, everyone celebrated over chicken parmesan and champagne.”