Our Story
How It All Began
It started with a glance across a crowded room at a friend's birthday dinner in Glendale. Aram couldn't stop looking. Lusine pretended not to notice. By the end of the night, they were the last two at the table — talking about everything and nothing.
Three years, two apartments, one adopted cat named Lavash, and countless Sunday mornings at their favorite Armenian bakery later — Aram got down on one knee at the exact table where it all began.
She said yes before he finished the question.
