WHERE IT BEGAN
Andriana and Bruno met in California—on a Halloween night that wasn’t meant to be anything more than music, costumes, and too many people crammed into a music venue. No one was thinking too far ahead.
Andriana’s sister had invited her to spend the night with her and a few friends from work, a spontaneous decision. Andriana showed up half in costume, half along for the ride. Bruno was part of the group already—a familiar face to everyone else but a new one to her. They crossed paths that night in a way that felt like coincidence, not fate. Nothing orchestrated. Just two people caught in the same orbit, finding themselves in the same conversation.
They exchanged numbers but didn’t rush into anything. Andriana was living in Santa Barbara, finishing her degree; Bruno was working in Redondo Beach. Life moved forward. For a while, they stayed on the edges of each other’s worlds—close enough to remember, too far to change anything.
Six months later, it shifted. Another gathering, another easy night where the crowd faded, and it was just the two of them again, talking like no time had passed. It wasn’t dramatic or sweeping. It just made sense.
From there, it felt easy. Bruno asked Andriana out on a first date, and she said yes—after a very nervous check-in with her sister, who gave her the green light (they are both still grateful for that nod of approval).
After that, they almost never spent a weekend apart. Weekends blurred into months: Bruno driving up the coast, Andriana heading south. No grand declarations, just small, steady decisions that built something real.
In April, they celebrated nine years of choosing each other—weekend after weekend, year after year. Together, they are always home.
Established 2016
OUR ENGAGEMENT STORY
In December of 2022, Bruno planned a birthday trip for Andriana that brought them back to the place where so much of their story began, a place that always meant something more ~ Santa Barbara. Bruno wanted stop on the way back up to the Bay to celebrate her birthday and New Years. Andriana, completely unaware, went along happily.
He’d made a reservation at Fess Parker Winery, a spot they hadn’t visited before but had always been curious about. The day was cool and misty, the kind of overcast that makes everything feel a little softer, a little quieter. It was peaceful and romantic in that effortlessly Santa Barbara way.
They wandered through the vineyard, wine in hand, talking about nothing in particular—the taste of the champagne, whether the cows nearby were mooing or groaning, if the rain would hold off.
At one point, Bruno asked Andriana to hold his glass so he could tie his shoe. When she turned back around, he was on one knee.
Andriana was so caught off guard, she forgot to say yes right away. (She got there eventually.)
There was no audience, no elaborate setup—just the two of them, surrounded by vines and hills, in a place that had shaped so much of their story. They spent the next few days lingering in town, visiting their favorite old spots and welcoming the new year with some of their closest friends (shout out to Julia and Dave). Quiet, easy, meaningful—just the way they like it.
Here’s a song we listened to a lot when we were falling in love.