The Night We Met
as told by Curtis

We met beneath the glow of chandeliers at a black-tie gala at City Hall, at the after-party for opening night of the San Francisco Ballet. The moment Elise stepped into the room, she was impossible to miss — in a shimmering dress and a white fur shawl that felt straight out of old Hollywood. I noticed her immediately and could not look away, just waiting for the right moment to say hello.

When she made her way to the bar, I didn’t hesitate. I slipped into line just behind her and started a conversation about her shawl, a simple excuse that turned out to be the perfect one. From that first exchange, everything felt easy. We spent the rest of the evening together, completely wrapped up in each other and the magic of the night.

It all felt like something out of a film, ending with our first kiss beneath the rotunda. A week later, we went on our first official date, and the rest is history.