Our Story
How We Met
Sometimes the best things in life are the ones you never planned for.
We first met at a mutual friend’s dinner party in Camden, where James accidentally spilled red wine on Amara’s favourite white dress. What could have been a disaster turned into three hours of conversation that felt like three minutes.
Two years later, on a rainy evening at the same restaurant where they had their first proper date, James got down on one knee — and Amara said yes before he could finish the question.
