Fell in love over food
Lendl and I met at a restaurant and bar through a mutual friend.
We hit it off over copious amounts of alcohol, and our common love for hunting down the best food in town – including dozens of bowls of bak chor mee!
Cold hands, warm hearts
Lendl proposed while we were on holiday in Italy at the end of 2014. We were supposed to take a romantic stroll near the Ponte Vecchio (the oldest bridge in the city) in Florence.
It was so cold, Lendl was walking with his head down and his hands in his coat pockets. Of course, it didn’t help that my clothes weren’t warm enough.
Just as I was teasing him for not holding my hand to keep it warm, he gently placed it in his coat pocket and slipped a ring onto my finger. I was shocked and then overjoyed.
He told me that he’d bought the ring in Milan before we took off for Florence. We were in Hermes and he’d said he was going to buy a belt while I was looking at other things.
Kudos to Lendl for remembering the design I loved, and to the sales consultant for getting the ring size right just by looking at my finger.
There was no hotel ballroom and no 10-course Chinese dinner. Also no table photos, outfit changes or second walk-in.
We were set on celebrating the wedding with an after-party in one venue – and an open bar was key.
We’ve been to many dinners where everybody sat and waited for everyone else to decide where to go for the after-party, so we planned for everything to be out of the norm and had a fun night of drunken revelry and partying at 1-Altitude.
Not everything went perfectly (maybe we should’ve done a rehearsal), but we had a fabulous time that included our friends and family, who witnessed me finally marrying the love of my life.
We also had an epic mannequin challenge video, free-flow Veuve Clicquot and other drinks, and great weather dspite the monsoon season.
This story was first published in Her World Brides Mar'17 issue.