Marco was pouring wine at a harvest festival in San Gimignano. Giulia was there to buy clay from a local supplier and wandered into the wrong tent entirely. He poured her a glass of Vernaccia and she forgot about the clay.

She returned the next weekend. Then the one after. By November they had stopped pretending there was any other reason.

He proposed in February, in the vineyard, in the cold. She said yes and they opened a bottle they'd been saving since the day they met.