Two strangers, one rainy October.
They met at a mutual friend's gallery opening in East London — 2018,
a Tuesday, Eleanor's coat still damp from the rain. James was arguing
passionately about a painting neither of them particularly liked. She
disagreed. They talked for three hours. They haven't stopped since.
Sunrise over the Dolomites, just the two.
Seven years later, on a hiking trail above Cortina d'Ampezzo,
James stopped mid-stride, pulled out a ring he'd carried for four
months, and asked a very simple question. Eleanor said yes before
he'd finished the sentence. The mountains were their only witness.