How it happened
Our story
Two desks apart
We met on Nikolai's first day at the office in Sofia. Elena lent him a pen. He never gave it back.
The slow road south
Three weeks, one small car, the whole Adriatic coast. Somewhere near Dubrovnik we started saying 'our' instead of 'my'.
The question, at harvest
In a vineyard outside Melnik, glass in hand, Nikolai knelt in the dust. Elena said yes before the cork hit the ground.
Provence
The place we kept returning to. Now we're bringing everyone we love with us — for one long, golden evening.