It all started in the high-stakes world of commercial real estate—where square footage is sacred, egos are oversized, and romance has lower odds than finding parking at a site visit.

Lane spotted Devon at a networking event and immediately thought, “She’s the one.” Devon, meanwhile, was mostly wondering if the bar had wine.

Undeterred, Lane launched what he calls a “strategic follow-up campaign.” Devon agreed to a strictly professional happy hour. Lane? He called it their first date and has stuck to that version ever since.

After a few suspiciously witty emails and some not-so-accidental texts, Lane secured dinner #2—which Devon reluctantly admits was more flirt than firm handshake. Somewhere between the appetizers and the check, she realized: this guy’s actually... kind of adorable.

A few months later, Lane invited Devon to Hanukkah with his slightly chaotic but very lovable Jewish family—after issuing several colorful disclaimers. One menorah, endless brisket, and a light interrogation from Lane’s sister later, Devon not only survived—she crushed it.

Then came Christmas. Devon flew solo to Fort Worth and quickly realized something was missing: Lane. So she called and said, “I wish you were here.” Lane, wasting no time and sensing a Hallmark plot twist, booked the next flight. Devon’s mom sprang into action, assembling a last-minute stocking, wrapping spare gifts, and doing her best to pretend Lane had always been on the guest list.

And just like that—two families, two holidays, and one Christmakah later—it was clear: this was the real deal.

The rest? Love, laughter, and a lifetime contract with zero escape clauses.

We can’t wait to celebrate this next chapter with all of you.