Chelsea's Version of Events:

I knew my life was about to change the moment I walked into his fraternity house. Not because of the dim lighting, the mismatched couches, or the smell of day-old pizza—but because I heard his laugh. It was loud, infectious, and completely stole my attention.

It was Sober Hour, so there was no music blaring, no wild chaos—just a room full of people talking. But somehow, his laugh cut through everything, and I had to know who it belonged to. Then I saw him. And, well, the rest is history.

From the very first night, he made me laugh like no one else could, and before the night was even over, he looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I love you.” Bold move for someone who barely knew me, but honestly? It worked.

Reilly's Version of Events:

The way Chelsea and I met is a perfect example of how the best treasures come into your life unexpectedly. I think it’s safe to say that both of us weren’t looking for long term love on the night that we met. I just wanted to make it through the party without making a fool of myself, which, spoiler alert, I didn't do. But it was maybe one of the few times in human history that it worked in someone's favor. Because from that moment forward, despite being yoinked out of her presence after professing my love, we had a special connection.

We didn’t quite get off on the right foot... I wore the worst outfit of all time on a date in which the entire premise was for me to apologize for my reckless abandon. Chelsea was not head over heels for me yet, but who could blame her when she saw what I was wearing. However, our love is just like the Sunday red sauce I cook for us - it takes time - and in most instances, not made according to a recipe. It requires a lot of care to get started, but once it gets going it becomes effortless. Chelsea is my best friend and I am so blessed that I get to spend the rest of my life with her.

Since then, we’ve done a lot of growing up together. We’ve traveled to new places, eaten way too much pizza, and gone to concerts that left our ears ringing. We’ve adopted cats who think they own the place, a dog who keeps life interesting, and we’ve built a life that’s part sitcom, part fairytale.

Now, we’re getting married—because after a start like that, how could we not?

C&R