Some love stories begin with fireworks. Ours began quietly—like a familiar melody you don’t realize you’ve known by heart your entire life.
The Beginning
Isis and I met in Atlanta in December of 2021 while she was home for the holidays. I invited her to a group outing, a Lil Baby & Friends concert, beginning at the all important pre-game. Everyone met at my house and, serendipitously, Isis was the last to arrive, making her grand entrance…at least in my opinion!
The night flowed with laughter and effortless conversation - just as I’d curated. When we arrived at the concert, reality set in: our group was dispersed throughout the venue, but last-minute tickets landed Isis and me in the rafters. Not ideal—but perhaps perfect. Nothing for the two of us to do but talk and people watch. Somehow, amidst all the noise and lights, we found tranquility.
By the time the concert ended, we were walking hand in hand, as if we’d been doing so for years. The best way I can describe it is, “We’ve known each other our entire lives—our hearts were magnets simply searching the world until they were close enough in proximity to fascinate.”
The First Date
A few short days later we met again. This time, it was quiet, intentional, romantic - a table for two at Basil’s.
Isis wore a captivating outfit which gave me actual heart palpitations—in the best way possible. The service and atmosphere were impeccable, almost as if we had the restaurant entirely to ourselves. We shared more than dinner —open, honest, laugh-inducing conversation was also on the menu…the kind that makes time feel irrelevant.
Concluding dinner, we made our way to the valet, which sat at the bottom of a short but steep driveway. Without hesitation—and with her full consent, of course—I scooped Isis into my arms and carried her down the hill. She looked at me like I was ridiculous…though I suspect there was a hint of infatuation in her eyes.
As we arrived at Isis’ destination, a soft drizzle began to fall. Under a glowing streetlight, we shared a sweet, unhurried kiss—one that felt like a promise neither of us had yet spoken aloud.
Lock In Twin
With spring on the horizon, we didn’t miss a beat—we were constantly conversing and traipsing through airports to spend time with one another. The weekend of March 4th Isis planned a short trip to visit me in Atlanta. And if you know Isis, you know she PLANS. Unbeknownst to her, however, I was making my own plans for the weekend…
That Saturday, March 5th, I scheduled a romantic dinner for us at Aria and, with the help of the restaurant staff, orchestrated a special reveal at the end of dinner. At this point I was fully aware that Isis is a fashionista, so I was slightly panicked about what to wear. I donned all black with a blue sports jacket and gold shoes, while Isis was stunning in an all-black dress, accented by her signature red lipstick.
Dinner transpired flawlessly and although we never ordered dessert, that night I insisted. The server brought us a small cake, a single candle flickering, with words written on the plate:
At that moment, what already felt destined became official. We chose each other—not out of impulse, but with intention, certainty, and joy.
The Proposal
By now, it should come as no surprise that Isis and I love a good date night. We've explored international cities, discovered unique speakeasies, been entertained by Lucha Libre, dined in some of the world's finest restaurants, and vibed to our favorite artists. While concerts will always have a special place in our hearts, our true passion lies in fine dining— beautifully curated restaurants where the décor, service, and atmosphere are just as intentional as the food. We savor the details—the hum of a high-performing kitchen, the choreography of service, the artistry of presentation.
Since Atlanta was where we met and had our most significant moments as a couple, I decided to propose in our city. We were living in Miami at the time, but I needed to return to Atlanta for business, so I convinced Isis to meet me in the city for a quick weekend trip. I carefully designed every detail that would lead up to the big moment (and Isis was none the wiser). I contacted my cousin Nicole, full of love and support, and my friend London, always down for the cause, to assist with the mission. Nicole was in charge of coordinating the team: the venue, the florist, the videographer, and the pianist. London handled our overnight accommodations: curating, securing, and discreetly delivering the luggage to the hotel.
Friday, November 1, 2024 we were booked for dinner at Nobu Atlanta, with a private driver waiting to whisk us into the night. The driver skillfully managed conversation and music while I focused on two things: keeping the ring box hidden and attempting to text Nicole about our arrival. I managed to give her a two-minute heads-up instead of the planned ten—but close enough. We arrived at Nobu, which sits inside a hotel of the same name, and I began to execute the plan. I casually asked the front desk how to get to the restaurant. On cue, the receptionist directed us toward the elevators—strategically shielding us from the first floor restaurant. As the elevator climbed toward the penthouse suite, I was trying to prepare myself for the moment, while Isis—blissfully unaware—wanted to chat. Thankfully, the receptionist kept the conversation flowing, allowing me to remain focused on the pending proposal.The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and we were led to the suite…
We walked in and down a short hallway, made a left… and then—
At that moment, everything aligned. Every mile traveled, every carefully kept secret, every detail planned, led us there—together. It wasn’t about the room, the view, or even the ring. It was about choosing each other, fully and forever.
...Oh! She said YES!